Monday, July 21, 2008


It was 6:45 PM. I picked up my files and classbook to go to work. My Grandaughter asked me worriedly: "Where are you going." "I have to go to work," I said, "to teach." I don't want you to go," she said, and ran to the door. "I'm going to lock you in." She stood between me and the door. Of course she wasn't big enough to lock the door and keep me in. And I couldn't stay.

I picked her up, explained to her I would be home later that night, and I would be in bed when she came to wake my in the morning, and that I loved her. I kissed her frowning face, put her down, left the house, went to the car, started the motor and drove to work. I was a very, very happy man.


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