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? …