I saw this licence plate while taking a walk this morning. I wondered what prompted someone to put ROACH on their car. Then, I saw that next to the plate was a sticker that says Rescue Mom. So, I thought “Gee. The woman who owns this car rescues roaches! I wonder how she does that”. But then, I thought further. What if the woman who owns this car has been attacked by roaches. What if they have taken control of the car? What if her children have tried to free her in every way they could think of, but all they could accomplish was to send the youngest sibling to the car to quickly put the sticker with the hope that someone would rescue their mom?

I have been told that God puts each of us on this earth to fullfil a particular purpose. What if my purpose was to rescue this Mom from the roaches? If so, I failed. And I know what that means. No heaven for me. Eternity in hell beset by roaches.

When I was in high school, we had a Spanish teacher named Reuben Rochin. (I think we did). I never took Spanish and had nothing to do with him. But I remember that his home room class was known as the Roaches. I wondered if he picked that title, or if his class did, perhaps as an insult. I don’t know the answer to that.

My home room teach was Kenneth Mustain. We were the Mustangs.

Having said that, I wonder why our home rooms had names at all. Or maybe they didn’t and I made them up back then. Maybe the teachers didn’t know we had names, but all the kids did. The names clearly served no purpose.

And, thinking back, I have no idea why we had home rooms. How often did they meet? What did we do there? Did we have them all through high school? I have no idea.

But then I wondered if the Roach car might belong to a relative of Reuben Rochin? Or maybe to the child of one of his homeroom Roaches for whom this identification wa much more important than my identification as a Mustang.

Is that possible? “Neigh!!”