Edgar Allan Poe Elementary School

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Crazy the shit that can happen to a human being. Case in point, right above there. Edgar Allan Poe Elementary School in Houston Texas. Did anyone else go there in the 1970’s? Reason I ask is because I’m curious if your life turned out as weird as mine.

Who named that school? What kind of superfreak Texan lunatic took a look in the mirror after a long night of cocaine and hookers and a rayon fire with a bowling bag full of mushrooms involved and said to himself “Lord help me, I’m the Mayor of Houston. How the hell did I forget something that big? Better do something super bizzaro today, deflect scrutiny.”

That has to be what happened. Now, I’m not saying that school is a flat-out pigsty of a mess run by cretins and witches, but it was when I was there. My teacher that year was named Mrs. House. She smelled like glue and bag milk and she had one of those light but very noticeable moustaches, and maybe that was why she was so pissed every day. First grade kids were in trailers out behind that impressive brick building. We would occasionally flip out and jump out the window and run through the giant field, and why? Because we could hide out in the haunted house some enterprising psycho had built for the Halloween festivities.

True story.

Summer time, early evening, its fun to look back at the good old days. Strangest thing of all though? Those were good days. No video games, no commercial Fear on every channel, not even sunscreen. Anyway, if you went there during the Carter Administration, drop me a line.