My first two years as a teacher, the kids all thought I looked like Bob Denver, the star of Gilligan’s Island, which was available to them to watch in re-runs on TV every afternoon after school in the early 1980’s.
My classroom was nicknamed “Gilligan’s Island” and I was called Mr. Gilligan behind my back. But I embraced the nickname. Hey, a tropical island in the Pacific with two beautiful single girls? And by the time they dropped the nickname and started calling me Batman instead, I had two girlfriends at the same time, one a beautiful blond.
They did me a favor. Now, when I need a quiet place in the “let’s pretend” centers of my old brain, I naturally go back to Gilligan’s Island, my island, and stretch out on the beach.