Box of Stuff

Can you really tell anything about a person by the stuff that they save? Maybe, and maybe not! I got around to my spring cleaning a little bit late this year. I found one box in the basement that had me scratching my head as to why I’d save the items in it.

First of all there were parts to a vacuum cleaner. That might not seem so strange, but I got rid of that vacuum cleaner years ago and the one I own now has its own accessories.

There was also half of a two-cassette series on learning to speak Spanish. Don’t know where the other tape is and I abandoned the effort when I found out it was mostly to make you fluent enough to pass as a poorly equipped tourist.

There was also a scuffed up softball. Not sure, but I think its stuffing may have been made of sawdust. Good enough to throw around.

Then there was a box for a miniature porcelain nativity set without the nativity set. The set I’d packed away in with other Christmas stuff years ago.

Finally there was a small Packer football figurine that you’d hang from your rearview mirror in your car. Thinking it was cute at the time I’d used a magic marker to put the number four on it.

So what do those items tell you about me?

The vacuum cleaner parts could represent my desire to try and keep organized in life even when I’m not sure how to accomplish that.

The Spanish tape. My desire to learn more about my fellow man; granted it would only be a small understanding.

The scuffed up softball is the desire to hold onto my youth. Especially when I have two young nephews who are starting to get interested in sports.

The faux Favre. Well you got to have heroes and someone that inspires you. I wonder about the timing of finding that one.

The box for the nativity set. Faith itself. It’s for something you know exists, even when you can’t see it.

As for the box. It represents life. Something you place all of what makes you unique in. What’s in your box of stuff?

Letter to Famous Quarterback

There is a little trepidation when you fill the shoes of a legendary Green Bay Packers quarterback. He has the experience of winning championship games and Super Bowls. He has the respect of his fellow players and coaches. He’s been into battle in fair weather and foul. He has endured painful injuries and heartbreaking moments both on and off the field.

That future hall of famer and his wife also have the respect and love of the community. They’ve done so much on behalf of others. Young men and women look up to them. They aren’t often disappointed.

That’s a hard act to follow and I know it’s difficult for them to leave it behind. However I hope to have the same opportunity to make a niche for myself on this team and in the Green Bay community and Wisconsin.

Being a quarterback is all about being a leader. You have to have confidence and poise. A belief in your own abilities is essential. If you don’t believe it your teammates won’t either.

I’m a young man who hopes to have a glorious path ahead of me. After all if being a Green Bay Packer is nothing else it’s about winning and adding to the tradition and the mystique that is Lambeau Field.

So as I head down that tunnel and onto that famous turf I hope that I can rise to the occasion and lift my self up off it when I take the punishment that goes along with playing the game. I’m now ready to wear the green and gold. With respect to that famous quarterback, it’s my time now!

I wish you well Bart Starr.

Respectfully,
Scott Hunter
University of Alabama, Class of ’71.

P.S. Yeah Scott didn’t really write this, but it seems to apply to the current situation. Bob Nelson