CNN chimes in with Seven signs you have a work spouse.

You have a friend who provides emotional support at work during challenging times. During times of stress at home or at work, you have a built-in support system.

Work spouses often complement each other in terms of skills, abilities and their approaches to work. The two of you can make a very productive team.

I admit. I have had several. It’s nice.

The Toy Hall of Fame is housed at the Strong National Museum of Play here in Rochester, New York. Every year the Hall recognizes a select few toys as worthy of the Hall of Fame.

This year toy selections [PDF] have been inducted, the skateboard, the baby doll and…

wait for it…

the stick. Yes, the ordinary, extraordinary stick finally gets its due.

And last but not least, one very unconventional “plaything”—the Stick!—has now taken its honored place in the hall. Found in all sizes in nature, sticks inspire spontaneous, unstructured play and can be used in unendingly imaginative ways—to draw in the sand on a beach, or to use as a magic wand, slingshot, light saber, fishing rod, or walking stick; not to mention playing stickball, toasting marshmallows, or playing “fetch” with your dog. Sticks are the original construction toys: children make toy buildings out of sticks and design toy boats with leaves for sails. Many an adult has picked up a driftwood souvenir from the beach, and artists and crafters use sticks in wreaths, chairs, and sculptures. The stick now keeps proud company with another untraditional “toy”—the Cardboard Box—inducted into the hall in 2005. After all, the best toy is often a plaything that’s free, easy to get, and a source of endless creativity.

That darn stick, the “poke your eye out” stick. It served as a rifle, a bat, a way to touch yucky things like dog poop and girls. Dogs love it. Moms hate it.

What a great day in America! The stick makes the Hall of Fame.

My responsibility was to care for my own countrymen only.

But [North Vietnamese leader] Ho Chi Minh advised people to show compassion and to save the enemies. So I told myself that I had to fulfil my duty.

He was very pale, his eyes were closed, he didn’t utter a sound. I even didn’t know whether there was any hope for him.

But I felt a pulse, and when I fed him with some medicinal syrup, he managed to swallow.

He did not bleed and I didn’t detect any broken bones.

He lay there in my clinic for a good 20 minutes until they came to take him away. That evening, when I left the clinic, an old man came to me and yelled at me for ‘caring for an enemy’. I told him I just did what Ho Chi Minh asked all of us to do.

BBC

More at the link. Worth a look.

The girls cannot wear their uniforms in school on game day, like cheerleaders do in tens of thousands of schools across the country.

Yet another example of school admins focusing on something other than education.