Any Boy Can
Posted: 31 Dec 2007, 13:52
My first teaching aasignment was at a school for severely handicapped kids. The kids were in wheelchairs. Most of them had cerebral palsy. You pretty much had to do everything for them. I didn't mind though. It wasn't clear what I was going to teach them so I'd put on a record and start singing. They'd get all excited and start to laugh and I'd feel good about that. Those kids never got many visitors or their parents would stop coming after a while. I got along with everyone and liked working there.
Driving home from work I'd pass by Archie Moore's ABC club. ABC stood for Any Boy Can. It was a boxing gym for the neighborhood kids. Once in a while I'd stop by and see how things were going. The boys club was in a little strip mall in East San Diego. I remember a taco shop and a laundry mat being there too. Mostly Mexican kids and black kids came in. After work one day I dropped by. Old Arch was was trying to put together a sparring session with a couple of kids.. The kids looked to be around ten years old. Arch was struggling to put the training gloves on this kid. The kid wasn't paying much attention to what was going on. Arch saw me and said"Could you do me a favor and get the gloves on this lad over here?" I could see the Old Mongoose was pretty busy. He was wearing this stocking cap and perspiration was beading up on his forehead.
Archie's son was in the corner with a couple of kids showing them how to skip rope. The kids must have just started because they were jumping the rope with those funny prancing jumps like when you just start out. The kids would make a couple of jumps and then get their feet caught up and have to start over. As I was working the gloves on my kid I looked at Arch and asked him"How are things going with the club?"
He was still looking down lacing up the gloves and says,"Pretty good. The Park and Recreation Department put this together for me. I'm on salary."
He finally gets the big training gloves on this kid. The gloves looked bigger than the kid's head. Archie then started cinching up the kid's athletic protector. "Got to ask the city to buy some smaller ones" says Archie ."These are for men"
"So you're dong OK? I ask him.
"Yes,I'm happy here with these young fellows. It's better they're here than out in the street."he says as he's pulling up the kid's trunks.
I'm looking at Archie. His beard is gray and it looks like he's gotten a little shorter with age.
"I'm paying the bills"says Archie. I wanted to ask him where all the money went,but decided against it.
Archie is going over something with the kid and he remarked,"I had some pretty slick managers"
I'm toweling off my kid when I hear Archie say,"I was married five times"
I look up at him.He's stopped what he was doing. Archie's forearms are resting on the ring rope,his hands hanging down. He's looking away from everyone. He just stared out the door looking into the parking lot.
Driving home from work I'd pass by Archie Moore's ABC club. ABC stood for Any Boy Can. It was a boxing gym for the neighborhood kids. Once in a while I'd stop by and see how things were going. The boys club was in a little strip mall in East San Diego. I remember a taco shop and a laundry mat being there too. Mostly Mexican kids and black kids came in. After work one day I dropped by. Old Arch was was trying to put together a sparring session with a couple of kids.. The kids looked to be around ten years old. Arch was struggling to put the training gloves on this kid. The kid wasn't paying much attention to what was going on. Arch saw me and said"Could you do me a favor and get the gloves on this lad over here?" I could see the Old Mongoose was pretty busy. He was wearing this stocking cap and perspiration was beading up on his forehead.
Archie's son was in the corner with a couple of kids showing them how to skip rope. The kids must have just started because they were jumping the rope with those funny prancing jumps like when you just start out. The kids would make a couple of jumps and then get their feet caught up and have to start over. As I was working the gloves on my kid I looked at Arch and asked him"How are things going with the club?"
He was still looking down lacing up the gloves and says,"Pretty good. The Park and Recreation Department put this together for me. I'm on salary."
He finally gets the big training gloves on this kid. The gloves looked bigger than the kid's head. Archie then started cinching up the kid's athletic protector. "Got to ask the city to buy some smaller ones" says Archie ."These are for men"
"So you're dong OK? I ask him.
"Yes,I'm happy here with these young fellows. It's better they're here than out in the street."he says as he's pulling up the kid's trunks.
I'm looking at Archie. His beard is gray and it looks like he's gotten a little shorter with age.
"I'm paying the bills"says Archie. I wanted to ask him where all the money went,but decided against it.
Archie is going over something with the kid and he remarked,"I had some pretty slick managers"
I'm toweling off my kid when I hear Archie say,"I was married five times"
I look up at him.He's stopped what he was doing. Archie's forearms are resting on the ring rope,his hands hanging down. He's looking away from everyone. He just stared out the door looking into the parking lot.

