Imagine my surprise when my daughter and I, delivering daffodils to the local nursing home, ran into my high school government teacher. Pushing a walker and dressed impeccably, she might have broken a speed limit, if there were one, for senior citizens pushing walkers.
The interesting factoid about Mrs. Trusch is that she also taught my father government when he attended school. In the 1950's.
To say she's a legend is an understatement. This petite, well-preserved woman commanded and demanded nothing but order, attention, respect and passion as it related to the classroom, but especially to the topic of government.
When my daughter and I saw her, she was racing down the hallway. With our basket of flowers, we hurriedly asked her if she'd like some. (Warning: Trying to converse with a bound and determined race-walker may cause whiplash.)
"Sure," she said. "I'm in Room 15. But I'm hardly ever there."
I'm glad she's hardly ever in that room and that she's racing up and down the hallways. Otherwise, I doubt she'd have the wisdom and presence of mind to make the next statement, which was, "And thank GOD I'm not teaching government today. I wouldn't know who to vote for."
For a tiny thing, she sure does have man-sized opinions.
Mrs. Trusch is an honorable and a great lady, with an impeccable sense of style.
And I guarantee there isn't one 80+ year old in the country who can beat her in a 100-yard hall dash....pushing a walker.