en Along Twin Ponds Road <p class="rtejustify"> Buckwheat&rsquo;s, a new place in town just opened.<br /> I was close to ecstatic when I realized the second word, (in much smaller print), after &ldquo;Buckwheat&rsquo;s,&rdquo; was &ldquo;BBQ.&rdquo;<br /> One of my all-time favorite things to do in this lifetime was to get up early and meet my good friend Joe Faggione for a hearty breakfast of buckwheat pancakes.<br /> Now I search far and wide and cannot find a restaurant that serves those delicious, dark buckwheats.<br /> Rethinking Education <p> From a teacher&rsquo;s point of view, a child&rsquo;s academic mistakes are worth their weight in gold. I really, really wish they wouldn&rsquo;t be punished. Corrected, yes; punished, no. If a child is punished for making mistakes on a sheet of paper, either through bad grades, scolding or just simple disapproval (and coming from a respected adult, there is nothing simple about that disapproval), the child is going to go to great lengths to avoid punishment. It is human nature.<br /> Along Twin Ponds Road <p> As my wife, Judy, waved to me through our office window from the backyard and flashed that beautiful smile of hers toward me, it warmed my heart.<br /> This wonderful woman, wife and mother spends most of her day performing tasks around the house and yard to please me.<br /> She is what most of us would call an &ldquo;old-fashioned housewife&rdquo; &mdash; she&rsquo;s very clean, fussy, and makes other women feel uncomfortable whenever they visit us.<br /> Rethinking Education <p> If the state of Florida is serious about helping each child succeed in school and reach full potential as an adult, it needs to find a radically different way to conduct business.<br /> Along Twin Ponds Road <p class="rtejustify"> &ldquo;Hon, come quick! Look at the bluebird on the fence,&rdquo; Judy called out to me hurriedly.<br /> I didn&rsquo;t waste any time in rushing to the large kitchen window where she pointed to a proud, male bluebird sitting atop our fence in a dignified manner.<br /> His body was of that lush, deep blue, only a male Eastern bluebird possesses. His breast was prominent, displaying a magnificent shade of fiery orange.<br /> He allowed us to admire him for an instant before he flew away into the azure sky.<br /> Rethinking Education <p> <strong>BY Bill Hoatson<br /> </strong></p> Along Twin Ponds Road <p> &ldquo;Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee, it gives me a thrill to wake up in the morning to the mockin&rsquo; bird&rsquo;s trill.&rdquo;<br /> I&rsquo;ll bet many of you remember those unforgettable song<br /> lyrics.<br /> For those of you too young to remember this great singing lady from long ago, those are just some of the words from one of her most famous songs, &ldquo;Mockin&rsquo; Bird Hill.&rdquo;<br /> Rethinking Education <p> Usually in February my thoughts begin to wander toward the joys of the upcoming spring.<br /> School curriculums should be doing the same thing, but are not, becoming bogged down over increasing testing concerns. This sterility of the school atmosphere is a shame, because spring offers unprecedented opportunities for a real, diversified and hands-on education for all children.<br /> They should be planting and tending to gardens instead of being stuck in testing centers.<br />