O, I wish Guy Dushanek were still with us.
Guy was my high school English teacher. To him, I owe debts I can never repay. He was a great and revered teacher (not just by me), a good baseball coach (though I never got the chance to play for him), and a great spirit. He taught me much about writing, encouraged me to do more of it, and taught me those old English poems from the Great War. A remembrance of our impromptu skit in which Walter Crankit and Harry Unreasonable interviewed Nanook of the North hung over his desk for years. When, after graduation and the first months of my collegiate stint in the voluntary ROTC unit called the Bay State Special Forces was at its peak, I returned to my old high school in spit-polished jump boots, brass buttoned green dress uniform, and black beret, and stopped in his office between classes to see him.
He shunned me. He quite literally would not speak to me.
Decades later, I wrote him the letter to thank him and tell him that he quite literally may have saved my life and my soul.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot... :beer:
Guy was my high school English teacher. To him, I owe debts I can never repay. He was a great and revered teacher (not just by me), a good baseball coach (though I never got the chance to play for him), and a great spirit. He taught me much about writing, encouraged me to do more of it, and taught me those old English poems from the Great War. A remembrance of our impromptu skit in which Walter Crankit and Harry Unreasonable interviewed Nanook of the North hung over his desk for years. When, after graduation and the first months of my collegiate stint in the voluntary ROTC unit called the Bay State Special Forces was at its peak, I returned to my old high school in spit-polished jump boots, brass buttoned green dress uniform, and black beret, and stopped in his office between classes to see him.
He shunned me. He quite literally would not speak to me.
Decades later, I wrote him the letter to thank him and tell him that he quite literally may have saved my life and my soul.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot... :beer:
"Where is the intersection between the world's deep hunger and your deep gladness?"