Good morning, all! I owe DR MBarnum an apology but I offer it only half-heartedly since the the word "picturize" is not in my Oxford English Dictionary and I refuse to accept it as a word any more than I accept this common occurrence of making up new verbs from old nouns: "deplaning" or "detraining," and now from the land of haute cuisine we have a new definition for the word "plating."
So, enough of my archaisms. I'm off to the post office and then a full day of Act One edits. My goal is to finish Act One by Monday. Tonight I'm seeing a movie with my drummer friend Chris. Tomorrow I have a date with goddaughter Charlotte.
Teachers: I had many teachers I admired and dearly loved, but I find the older I got, the worse the teachers did as well: out of all the instructors I had in college, nearly all of them were lousy with the exceptions listed below:
Grade school: Betty Fay, fourth grade teacher
Junior High: Valda Wilkerson, music
"Mousey" Matson, algebra (I cannot remember her real first name; Helen, praps?)
High school: Helen Weinberger, music
Elen Easton, English
College: Robert Kane, Latin
Max Welborn, World History
Stanford Luce, French
Homer Abegglen, Theatre history