Cheese Crumble

The best thing about the morning was a crumble of cheese.

Imagine: When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

Imagine  December 1980 and the junior English class at CK McClatchy High School (Sacramento, CA).   I can.  I was the student teacher for this course.  After having prodded the depths of Jonathan Edwards and Washington Irving, we had moved on to Walt Whitman.  What could I impart to a bunch of 17 year old students? …