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Three’s a small but worthy crowd

According to an old Austrian saying, good things come in 3s.Rather than just a hopeful axiomatic expression toward future events, it is based upon mathematical probabilities and, I believe, man’s inability to remember more than three things at a time. (Women are, of course, incapable of thinking of less than three things at a time, but that’s way beyond the realm of my limited male scope.)We have the three little pigs, three blind mice, three musketeers, three amigos, the three bears and the three Stooges. Our culture has produced the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost; the Good, the Bad and the Ugly; lead guitar, bass and drums; meat loaf, mash potatoes and gravy; Vail, Beaver Creek and Arrowhead; ski season, golf season and off season. And I, coincidentally, have three children.Three boys, to be exact: Larry, Moe and Curly. Just kidding.However, beginning this week, I will – for the first and only time – have all three boys in three different local schools.My oldest begins his senior year at Battle Mountain High School, where he is joined by more than a few that he began first grade with at Red Sandstone Elementary. They have come a long way together, and I could not imagine him finishing any place else after the last 11 years.Through the 100 percent public schools of Edwards Elementary, Berry Creek Middle and now Battle Mountain, I’ve never had a big-picture complaint about teachers, methods, curriculum, etc, in spite of certain folks’ (read: Cacioppo) attempts to convince me otherwise.Senior year in high school is by far the most memorable, and my oldest is certainly planning on not being an exception to that rule. Achieving at least a particular minimum GPA in order to qualify for film school is his number one priority, but the three F’s follow close behind (football, fun and females) in a priority order that seems to change by the hour.Speaking of football, this season’s gridiron crop of Huskies has the most potential we’ve seen in years, perhaps in more than a decade. With a coaching staff that promotes commitment, teamwork and individual responsibility to a level rarely witnessed in high school – win or lose – these kids will accept degrees next May with more character and self-confidence than Michael Moore accepting anti-American awards from the French National Assembly.The middle child is, appropriately, set to finish middle school this year at Eagle County Charter Academy.Considered a part-public, part-private school due to heavy parental involvement, along with heavy fund-raising, we could not be happier with the advanced study skills he has already acquired in preparation for high school in another year.This year they are actually required to wear uniforms, although not nearly as pretentious as the preppy nonsense regrettably forced upon some kids in fully private institutions (picture John Kerry in his private Switzerland grammar school). These are merely a specific style of shirt (for the boys) with a simple logo and nice pants. No hip-hop babble, borderline tasteless sayings, photos of a favorite Goth-rocker, etc., allowed. They can wear that kind of crap upon graduating high school, if they wish, along with piercing whatever appendages they do not want to use or expose later in life.Our youngest will begin his school career at the fully-private Vail Mountain School. A challenge, to say the least, for both child and parents, but one that we are willing to try.The idea of the little guy being at the exact same school for the next 13 years (beginning with kindergarten) is very appealing to his mother and I. With a college acceptance rate for seniors that is literally second to none, it’s quite a stretch to think of the opportunity as anything more than a slam dunk for personal education.The following year, with one leaving the house and only two remaining, will be an entirely different circumstance, one which will require more emotional adjustments for me than probably anyone else in the family. But for now I’ll concentrate on all three equally with football, uniforms and kindergarten being uniformly important to my daily routine.”Third time’s a charm” goes another saying of unknown ancestry. For my triangular trio of Trinitarian cardinals, I’d say wonderful things come in triplicate, especially kids.Life could be worse, I suppose. I could have had to do research on the number four instead. But luckily, Dr. Peck took care of that possibility after two – not three – friggin’ tries a few years ago.Yes, ouch.Richard Carnes of Edwards writes a weekly column for the Daily. He can be reached at poor@vail.netVail, Colorado

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