Dear Class of Ď82,
My! How time flies. 1982 was just yesterday in my book.
Probably itís just the day before yesterday for you all. Thatís the
difference between 32 years old and 62 years old. Well, what has happened
to Ďol Boskovich over the past twenty years? He no longer teaches French
Ė which I think he was teaching twenty years ago Ė but Spanish and ballroom
dance. You didnít think the old man would still be able to walk live
alone dance. Well, Iíve got news for you. He can. As a
matter of fact, there are fifty kids in the dance class on ďAĒ days and a
few less on ďBĒ days. And I can keep Ďem moving
My life still revolves around my other kids, those that live or lived in
my house. My oldest daughter, now 26, has a masterís degree in economics
and makes twice the money that I make here at Jordan. Sheís single and
wants to start a doctorate in Art History, her passion.
Peter, now back two years from his mission in Milano, Italy; is a student
and working. Heís single also. He plays bass guitar in a group
called Pipe Dream. The group has made a couple of CDís. They are
playing in a movie called The Singles Ward. I think itís the same
film makers who made Godís Army and Brigham City. You movies buffs would
Our youngest daughter Alexis is a senior on a scholarship at the
University of Utah in piano performance. She also plays the harp.
Last New Yearís Eve, my wife and I played cards Ė something that Iím
apposed to actually Ė in the lobby of a park City hotel while Lexie played at
a restaurant. Sheís well played, but I have to help her move that 85 lbs
harp around. I donít know how much longer the old man can do that job.
Lexie has won a scholarship which will take her to New York at the end of her
studies here at the U. She was born in Ď82, by the way. It was a
Zachary our youngest is waiting for his mission call at this writing.
He played soccer on a competition team that took him to France a couple of years
ago. The team was also invited by Nike to participate in a world
tournament that ended in South Africa. None of my kids are married.
I hope that sometime soon we get a return on all that oatmeal weíve invested
in them. Grand kids is what I have in mind.
My wife doesnít die her hair any more, and I donít have much hair
left. Iíve been thinking about staying on to teach even after Iím 65.
I can feel the hot breath of those 65 years already on the back of my neck.
I enjoy teaching, and the thought of rocking on the front porch after the chill
of early October doesnít appeal to me too much. After all these years,
Iíve got the habit of getting up at 5:15 any way. Why not come to
school? To be totally honest with you, if it werenít Jordan High School,
I donít know if Iíd feel the same way. I love it here and love all you
Iíll let you know whatís happening with Bosko at your 40th reunion.