He was my cooperating teacher, back in 1992. And it was he, more than anyone else, who taught me how to be a school teacher. I think he did a pretty good job. He's an awesome teacher. Ask anyone who's ever learned from him or worked with him. Everyone agrees. He's one of a kind. The very best.
His students always call him, "Gerv!" Not Mr. G. Definitely not Mr. Gerver. Just Gerv. My daughter calls him that, too. So does my wife. As do I.
We'd never met, Gerv and I, until I started my student teaching; I met him for the first time in the doorway of his classroom at Weitzel Elementary School. He shook my hand and welcomed me sincerely. That was a long, long time ago. But we have been good friends ever since.
Gerv's retired now. A well-deserved honor after many, many years of a job well done. These days, when he's not out riding his bike hither-and-yon around town, he writes witty bumper-stickers, original blues songs, and plays his guitar in his little home-office under the stairs.
He's an incredible guitar player and has a voice that was made to sing the blues.
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