Mrs. Houser vs. My Dad--Grudge Match

One of my favorite English teachers from high school ( long retired, I believe) is coming to the show tonight. She was the one that encouraged me to write, while a certain Chemistry and Physics teacher down the hall ( who also happened to be my father) pushed just the opposite.  When I opted  ( okay, I'm bragging)--when I opted out of the first two semesters of Calculus, Chemistry AND Physics in college while failing MISERABLY at English and Creative Writing he would say, "SEE--You're a thinker not a bullshitter!". Then I met Linear Algebra and Multi-variable Calculus and realized spinning parabolae on infinite axes was not for me...

Anyway, I didn't make it in English either. Modernist poetry did me in there. Wallace Stevens (" the birds fangled feathers dangled down" wtf?) and Yeats (I'll tell you what beast is slouching towards Bethlehem, buddy!) made my eyes glaze like I did smoke dope. I didn't, but maybe that would have helped. I think it would have taken an Ezra Pound of weed for that stuff to make any sense.

Anyway, I sure hopes I plays real good for sure tonite.

Miller

PS  Stay tuned---I met a real, live  Coal Industry LOBBYIST last night in a bar!!!