I caught up with Laura for lunch and we went to the University cafeteria. It was
interesting to see all those seniors citizens mingling with all the college kids.
Everywhere we went we were accepted as one of the bunch. Everybody said “Hi”
or some other greeting.
After lunch I found myself studying Septic systems (Oh
well, it had to be done sometime). The course was good, covering maintenance
chemicals required and those nagging little problems that can go wrong, usually in
the middle of the night when you’re “under pressure”. I had thought that 90
minutes was a long time, and so far there had been no breaks in the class but the
time was gone before I knew it. With a few exceptions, most of the classes ran
non-stop. Usually it was an hour of instructions and then a 30 minute question
and answer period. Having been laid back for a year and out of school for more
years then I am willing to admit, I was feeling the drag as I approached the class
room for my forth and final class for the day. In “propane part 1” I sat in the back
fully prepared for a quick nap if necessary.
It was here that I first met the talented
and knowledgeable Al Cohoe, an instructor at Okanagan University Collage in
Kelowma British Columbia. Here was an accomplished teacher, light hearted,
energetic with an eye on the class for any question that might be coming his way.
His quaint Canadian accent soon became the talk of the ladies. Before the weeks’
end I would take every course he offered. From him I would learn the ins and
outs of refrigerators, stoves, air conditioners, and hot water heaters. Without
question every instructor here knew his stuff and taught it well, but as in college,
some instructors just clicked, and Al Cohoe was one of them.
With the first day’s classes out of the way, we sauntered back to the trailer and
flopped. With the refreshment of a cold ice tea and a few minutes R&R it was
time to head out again. Down on the south side of the campus in one of the many
open fields with some stone benches, the organization had prepared a salmon
dinner. It was part of the package. The salmon had been flown in from Alaska
that day, filleted and arranged on sticks in the manner still used by Eskimos.
Several fires blazed surrounded by a circle of salmon on stakes, which was
periodically pulled back to have a sugar cured salt sauce applied. The salmon
along with the rest of the fixins, and followed up with pink lemonade, made for a
perfect dinner. We were cautioned to keep our cups, and after dinner formed a
second line that passed by many 5 gallon containers of ice cream that was scooped
into our cups as we passed.
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