A few times in my teaching career I have come across a student’s story that sings to me. This is one of those times. I’m in love with this story by Akasha Chamberlain of the Point Park News Service, and I don’t care who knows it. Let me know whether you agree…
The secret life of a beekeeper
Beekeeper Mitch Markovich puts on his protective gear. Photo: Submitted.
It was the 1970s in Aliquippa, and Mitch Markovich liked his Honda motorcycle and the two neighbor girls down the street, but he didn’t like bees.
The tiny black-and-yellow honey-makers scared him, but the Rogish sisters loved honey about as much as they liked riding on Markovich’s motorcycle, which is to say, quite a lot.
“’Well, if you’re going to marry any of my daughters, they like to eat honey; you’re going to have to keep bees,’” Markovich recalled the words of the girls’ father, Miles Rogish.
Begrudgingly, Markovich agreed to catch bees with the old well-digger the next time there was a swarm — thinking the old man would forget.
He didn’t.
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Andrew Conte 