One of my favorite memories is holding a cold beverage in one hand while enduring a good natured kidding by Francis McBeth regarding my receding hairline-my response-oh really? “Hermones” Priceless.
The last TBA I attended I watched two brothers who are highly-regarded teachers in our profession in the cafe with their legendary father. They tenderly sat him in his seat at the cafe table. They brought him lunch and they sat with him and ate with him-just the three of them. I was filled with admiration and compassion-maybe not as much as a director. More as a father and human?
I contemplated quitting teaching many times in my career-but NEVER while attending TBA.
I hope we can have TBA again. Especially that kind of TBA.