At my High School, the custodian was Mr. Snodgrass. He was middle-aged but had an amazing mane of shock-white hair, with a shining beard down to his chest. He l

At my High School, the custodian was Mr. Snodgrass. He was middle-aged but had an amazing mane of shock-white hair, with a shining beard down to his chest. He looked like a total mountain man. His hobbies were civil-war reenactments and painting. Most of his paintings were of the reenactments or of nature scenes. He had a small side-business as a craftsman selling his paintings at the sites of reenactments. He was a gentle giant to us kids - always there with a twinkle in his eye and a friendly word. I'm glad to have known him even a little bit. If I had dismissed him as "just the janitor" my world would now be a more impoverished place.