Wednesday, June 16, 2010

'He Make the Good Thing'

Speaking of Sedaris ...

From Derek.

2 comments:

Peg said...

I wish I could write...my eighth grade English teacher was a monster too in his way. He'd send "guided missiles" (miss-isles he'd say in his sort of quasi-Brit accent). Chalk or erasers usually. Sometimes a shoe. If we spoke whispered or shuffled our feet. He aimed for the head and never missed. And he taught me more about poetry, language, and logic than anyone before or since. RIP Bruce Lewis....

Mykljak said...

Were you still in Catholic school then?