YouHeldTheLine
NowIt'sUpToUsToMoveItVille
Something weird happened to me between the ages of 9 and 10.
Which is that I started to read like a madman.
So much so, that after an initial flurry of sports biographies and Hardy Boys and all that, I'd read a whole lot of Vonnegut by the time the summer I started staying up all night to read, by flashlight, in a pup tent, at the age of 11.
Part of that was my Dad's fault.
But looking back I can see clearly that it all started in grade 4 with Ms. W. who got us to read chunks of stuff and then tell the class about it.
I really loved that...Reading stuff and then telling people about it.
So I guess you all can blame Mr. W. for what I do around here.
OK?
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Good luck with your voting today teachers, no matter which way it goes!
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3 comments:
I'll thank Mr. W for what you do.
The Snooklandians can blame him.
What Lew said.
Ya, well...
What can I say.
Thanks Lew and Karen.
(and as for the music...)
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