Dear Class of ‘82,
My! How time flies. 1982 was just yesterday in my book.
Probably it’s just the day before yesterday for you all. That’s the
difference between 32 years old and 62 years old. Well, what has happened
to ‘ol Boskovich over the past twenty years? He no longer teaches French
– which I think he was teaching twenty years ago – but Spanish and ballroom
dance. You didn’t think the old man would still be able to walk live
alone dance. Well, I’ve got news for you. He can. As a
matter of fact, there are fifty kids in the dance class on “A” days and a
few less on “B” days. And I can keep ‘em moving
My life still revolves around my other kids, those that live or lived in
my house. My oldest daughter, now 26, has a master’s degree in economics
and makes twice the money that I make here at Jordan. She’s 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. He’s single also. He plays bass guitar in a group
called Pipe Dream. The group has made a couple of CD’s. They are
playing in a movie called The Singles Ward. I think it’s the same
film makers who made God’s Army and Brigham City. You movies buffs would
know.
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 Year’s Eve, my wife and I played cards – something that I’m
apposed to actually – in the lobby of a park City hotel while Lexie played at
a restaurant. She’s well played, but I have to help her move that 85 lbs
harp around. I don’t 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 ‘82, by the way. It was a
good year.
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 we’ve invested
in them. Grand kids is what I have in mind.
My wife doesn’t die her hair any more, and I don’t have much hair
left. I’ve been thinking about staying on to teach even after I’m 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 doesn’t appeal to me too much. After all these years,
I’ve got the habit of getting up at 5:15 any way. Why not come to
school? To be totally honest with you, if it weren’t Jordan High School,
I don’t know if I’d feel the same way. I love it here and love all you
kids.
I’ll let you know what’s happening with Bosko at your 40th reunion.
Have fun.