Most people don't realize that Mr. L was really a shy, introverted guy. The loud man who told lots of off color jokes just covered up a very private, very insecure person. We spent a lot of time talking. When Mr. L told me he liked a pair of shoes I was wearing, I nicknamed them Mr. L's shoes and wore them long after they should have been discarded. Imagine, I took fashion advice from Mr. L! When Mr. L told me his attraction for short, chubby women, I kept my eyes open always looking for a good one for him.
I remember one Passover when he came to my seder and how my dad who did not like too many people, liked him. I remember when he had trouble walking but still vowed to walk his son down the aisle and he did.
Mr. L had health problems towards the end of his career and he could not physically be the teacher he once was. Our principal at that time (not Principal Suit) respected what he once was and gave him an assignment he could handle. Hats off to that administrator. Unfortunately, not everyone was so nice. I won't go into details here but I no longer speak to her.
Mr. L loved his job and he loved people, especially the people he worked with. Mostly he loved his sons and his grandchildren. He glowed when he talked about all of them. I always said he would probably die with a piece of chalk in his hand. I wish I was right.