Rainbow

This is Rainbow, but I call him Pot of Gold, when quietly remarking to myself – again – on how freakin’ rich this guy is.  He’s an HVSS-lifer, and- well, maybe “Rainbow” is a pretty good nickname, because he covers the spectrum of human activity beautifully and colorfully: he’s a devoted reader of fiction (“Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, Dr. Sleep by Stephen King, and When you Reach Me by Rebecca Stead are the best”), an aggressively modest artist (sorry, Rainbow!) and cartoonist (“art is lit, except when people talk about it, or tell me what to do, or how to do it”), and a mathematical juggernaut (“he best part of math is derivatives and acceleration. I just do it. And why? It’s fun, it’s good, there’s lots of stuff. It makes sense, I can see it. I don’t do stuff for any other reason than wanting to do it, or needing to do it because there’s something else I want to do and I have to do this first, you know?”). Rainbow was our the JC Clerk for 6 months in a row recently, which lemme tell you requires extensive reserves of patience and endurance, *and* he just spent a week spearheading the school community service project, raising $1,800 to buy toys for 31 kids this holiday season (“buying toys is *so* much fun, but who wants to keep them?  This is perfect.”)  These days at school, most of the time Rainbow is hanging with “the crew,” which is a trio of 5 year-olds.  He’s helping them make this demanding, HUGE transition to being students here, and they LOVE him.  Gosh, we do, too.  Thank you so much, Rainbow, for taking such good care of us, for being so generous with your smile, your time, and your energy, for your general badassery, and for sharing that pot of gold with us.