I went to the Barnes and Noble bookstore today and recalled how I became an English teacher. I got the background at Christmas time when Mr. Wieselberg, Dad’s business partner, would give me one or two English language classics, like Treasure Island or Tom Sawyer. I read them, and became very articulate in English class.
Of course, then there were the nuns, like Sister Maura, who taught me grammar so that I was an expert. Life takes many unexpected turns. I wanted to be a physicist first, but Manhattan College told me there are no physicists who are partially color blind.
And now I’m an author. Life really is amazing.