Following in his father’s footsteps |

Following in his father’s footsteps

Compiled by Allen R. Smith

Teaching children to ski involves wearing many hats. One moment you’re a ski instructor, the next, you’re their child-care provider.It often seems like you get all the demon-children in your classes. But after spending five days on the slopes together, you usually ended up loving them all. Well, most of them, anyway.Sam, a precocious 10-year-old from the south, was one of those kids. His dad was a “good ol’ boy” that reveled in big trucks, loud guns and other real manly-man stuff. In an effort to round out Sam’s “education” he would often include him whenever his drinking buddies came over to the house.One day, I took Sam’s class into the Copper bar for lunch. During the meal, Sam reached over and pinched a young girl on her chest. I exclaimed, “Sam, don’t do that. You shouldn’t touch the other students without their permission.”Sam replied in a southern drawl, “Ah, I jus’ pinched her on the booby!” I corrected him, “Sam, you shouldn’t use that kind of language.”Later in the week, we broke for lunch at mid-Vail, a popular on-mountain restaurant. After lunch, Sam got dressed and went outside to wait for the rest of the group.This was back in the days before they improved the sanitation system. Catching a whiff of the stench wafting through the air, Sam looked around at his fellow students and exclaimed, “Ooh, who cut one?”I replied, “Sam, no one “cut one.” That’s just the sanitation system and sometimes it doesn’t smell very nice.” He looked at me and stated indignantly, “Well, it smells like @#$!%!” Once again, I corrected him, “Sam, you shouldn’t use that kind of language.”At the end of the class, I met Sam’s mother. She asked, “How’s my little Sammy getting along?” I explained that he was doing quite well when it came to skiing, but that he occasionally used some rather inappropriate language.She replied, “Oh, yeah. He gets that from his @#$!% father.”- Diane Teal, VailVail, Colorado

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