I had a favorite teacher in high school, too: his name was Jeremiah “Mad Dog” Millsap. He always hated the name “Mad Dog,” a pseudonym given him by Al DeLarge during his own high school days. He demanded that everyone call him by the much more formal “Brother Millsap.” I don’t know why every adult …
When I went to high school at Saint Adademy, definitely the most-hated faculty member there was Stark. He was a classic “Type A” personality: aggressive, confrontational, controlling. On the upside, he had a scintillating wit and stellar organizational skills, so the school actually prospered when he took over one of its classes. He was a …
I’ve spent most of my life in a bubble of family, close friends, and benevolent acquaintances. It didn’t start out that way. I attended first through third grade in public school, and made friends and enemies there, and I was able to get along just fine. I would even say that I was rather normal. …
Had an especially vivid dream just now. It started out with me, my Brother, Granny Bernadette and some old friends of Granny Mabel’s traveling down a wooded highway. “Where are we?” I asked. “We’re on Vacation,” my Brother said. “Where?” “The South of France.” Then we started ascending a really large hill. The scene was …
I actually had this dream a few days ago, but I’m just now putting it in my Journal. I dreamt I was spying on someone. Following them around on foot. I forget the reason. Anyway, I crept up close to this small white house and hid behind some bushes. I noticed a couple out in …
This is Kentucky. Tobacco Country. A lot of the people I grew up with made money in the Summers harvesting and stripping tobacco. We have a greater percentage of smokers here than anywhere else in the nation. Smoking is almost still “cool” here. So, back in 200X, I was developing a major crush on Roma. …