Good words, sir. I think we all have a “Mr Weeds” in our pasts. Mine was Dean McKenzie, my English 10 teacher. He read Dylan Thomas to the class one day (Fern Hill) and I thought it was tripe at the time. Later I appreciated what he did for us…opened us up to a wider world or words and ideas. Not everyone shares that memory, I’m sure.
Good words, sir. I think we all have a “Mr Weeds” in our pasts. Mine was Dean McKenzie, my English 10 teacher. He read Dylan Thomas to the class one day (Fern Hill) and I thought it was tripe at the time. Later I appreciated what he did for us…opened us up to a wider world or words and ideas. Not everyone shares that memory, I’m sure.
Hey Mike, thanks for the thought. And yes, we are made rich by those who come into our lives–sending them off into new a trajectories.
Thanks, Steve – touching account of recognizing what is often forgotten, and I had forgotten about the spearmint plants!