Memories of staring out into the abyss of a brown-grassed school field as I sharpened my pencil down to a nub. Mme. Dumonceaux shamed me in front of my whole class, once in French and again in English, just to make sure everyone understood my crime. I was
Reading the comics. This was the highlight of my Sunday morning. Family Circus. Dennis the Menace. My sister, Vickie, would read them to me before we went to church. I loved the comics and these were the first books I spent my allowance on.