Mr. Tarabokia, RIP

I never knew the relationship to Cindy Neidig Myer​. Though I do remember the man well, as I was summoned to his office at Willard when I was in the third grade. Our regular principal, Dan Daly, was on sabbatical and Mr. Tarabokia was his replacement for the year. I had been "fingered" as the one responsible for splashing paint on the music room windows. When in fact I had showed up after the fact and was an innocent passerby. My time within the principal's office was short that day and angst-filled. After only a question or two I was judged innocent of any wrongdoing.

Thank you, Mr. Tarabokia. You stared into my eyes and heard my knees knocking together, then did the right thing. RIP.