In 1975, I was in the 5th grade and was struggling with math. Our class had about 28-30 students and the Teacher, Dona Millan, was a school favorite. When I finished the 4th grade, she was the Teacher that I hoped to be assigned to. I really didn’t know why, other than I had heard […]
Scissors; What possesses these fickle things?
Time to trim the sideburns as, apparently, I’m not a “mutton chop” kinda guy. I grab a nice pair of barber scissors and trim the mass down on the right side of my face; all good. Switch hands and go for the left; the hair folds into the scissors. I turn them 180 degrees; same […]