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George Kalabry
George Kalabry grew up in a working-class neighborhood on the west side of Rochester, N. Y. what used to be Hy’s Delicatessen is now Ortiz’s Deli. Gone are the shade trees, pulveri...view moreGeorge Kalabry grew up in a working-class neighborhood on the west side of Rochester, N. Y. what used to be Hy’s Delicatessen is now Ortiz’s Deli. Gone are the shade trees, pulverized by the growth of a city flexing its muscles. Only Holy Apostles Church stands intact against the ravages of time. The residents were hard-working and law-abiding, content to live in peace and conformity. Neighbors were vigilant and they kept an eye on each other’s children and property. The file on lawbreakers in this community was very thin.
Melancholy and introspective, George preferred to read adventure stories instead of playing baseball. He practically devoured the Hardy Boy Mysteries in junior high school. A female acquaintance had once compared him to a brooding Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights. He became a Spanish teacher, and his career was defined by pique and contention. His conventional values flew in the face of the politically correct and limp-wristed administrators, who were the bane of his existence. As a young man, he’d adapted a set of absolute values derived from his Christian education. “He was so scrupulous that he couldn’t steal cheese from a rat”, one of his colleagues had once quipped. Permissiveness and mediocrity were never in his lesson plan. Having seen how the world was turning, he never rolled over with it. He still believes that political correctness is for spineless sycophants and mindless conformists.view less