Remembering John J “Skip” Duffy: The Right Thing to Do.

The other day I learned of the passing of a teacher I had in high school, John J. “Skip” Duffy. Mr. Duffy, as I always called him (I cannot fathom calling him Skip), mostly due to the way I was raised and the fact that he was my teacher, but also because he was larger than life to me. He played and coached football, and it showed, he was intense, and BIG. After administering a test he would often stand atop his desk to observe, at which point he probably stood 10 feet tall. Glad I was in the back of the room! I thoroughly enjoyed his class, looking back. He taught Business Law, and I was darn good at that subject. I remember I would get every question correct on his tests again and again, to the point it almost became a contest to see if he could pose a test question that I would fail to answer correctly. Soon enough he did, and ooooh was he proud of himself, exclaiming, “I finally gotcha Downey!” The reason he meant so much to me is mostly due to how he effected my golf career. When I went out for my high school’s golf team, the Catholic League rules were that you had to walk the course to compete. That is just not feasible for me due to my disability....

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