I started this as a Facebook status update, and it got way out of hand, so in the neverending effort to Use All Parts of the Buffalo…
People get lucky in all sorts of ways. I’ve always been lucky with teachers. My teachers, it always seemed to me, performed at a high level. They inspired me. How? They had great energy, and enjoyed what they were teaching. Their senses of humor were intact. They connected the gifts they gave us to a larger world, they cracked open doors that many of my friends and I eventually walked through.
I recite the names of my K-12 teachers to myself, like a person might go over the names of relatives in a family tree or a litany of saints to invoke a certain kind of contentment about one’s path:
Lena Bonifer (my grandma), Sister Francille, Evangeline McDaniel, Henrietta Allen, Sister Augusta, Henrietta ‘Sparrow’ Spink, Ken Dudine, Emil Dischinger, Dimp Stenftenagel, LINDA ROHLEDER (especially Linda Rohleder!), Sister Aloysius, Barry Bird, Gene Keusch, Vincent Arvin, BILL BASSLER (especially Bill Bassler!), Hershel Zehr (“I can solve the time zone issue.”), Del Steinhart (“This is how a brick wall moves during an earthquake.”), Cabby O’Neill (‘We don’t live in a democracy, we live in a representative republic!’), Pete Gill, Dave Leuking, Ray Minton, Jerry Brewer, Jack ‘Bulldog’ Leas, Don Hayes, Mary Ann Hayes (favorite historical character: Eleanor of Aquitaine, wtf??!!), Mel Menke, Ed Schultheis, Rex May, Ray Cox, Ed Haller, Don Gamble, Paul East, Aloysius Mathias Alonzo Curabin Schuler–and can’t forget our school bus driver for eight years, Harold Diddleburger (Bus #3 Ruled!) I have funny stories and loving memories of you all, God bless you wherever you are!
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Linda Rohleder, my sixth grade teacher, wanted great things for us. She was always bringing up and getting us involved in learning that had to do with the Astronauts, Vietnam, the Optimist Club Speech Contest, the County Spelling Bee, Fast Food, Fashion, Charles Dickens, Indiana State University and a hundred other ideas about the world that cracked doors. Never mind the finger, she did not permit her students to even give one another a thumbs-down gesture. Rumor was that she and Don the Bookmobile Driver had a thing going on.
Bill Bassler was my high school Latin teacher for three years. He showed me how there’s life in everything if you know where to look, even in a supposedly dead thing like the language of ancient Rome. When he was guiding us through The Aneid or Julius Caesar, a Coca Cola ad written in Latin, or a Roman kid calling out to his buddy to come play, (“Yo, Publius, what are you doing?!”), you were there, living it right along with him.
My lucky streak continues to this day, with my teachers in improvisation, music and the various languages of new media. Jason Pardo, Aaron Krebs, Sarah Gee, Lonnie ‘Meganut’ Marshall, Craig Cackowski, VIRGINIA KUHN (especially Virginia Kuhn!) and a dozen others have given gifts I’ll be a lifetime repaying. I’d rather have the good fortune of knowing and studying with these people than win a hundred lotteries.

I was thrilled to find this photo online, taken last year, of some of my high school teachers. From left: Bill Bassler; Aloysius Mathias Alonzo Curabin Schuler and his wife, Rosina; Mary Ann Hayes behind the ribbons; Don Hayes; Del Steinhart