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By education and experience - Accountant with a specialty in taxation. Formerly a CPA (license has lapsed). Masters degree in law of taxation from University of Denver. Now retired. Part time work during baseball season as receptionist & switchboard operator for the Colorado Rockies. This gig feeds my soul in ways I have trouble articulating. One daughter, and four grandchildren. I share the house with two cats; a big goof of a cat called Grinch (named as a joke for his easy going "whatever" disposition); and Lady, a shelter adoptee with a regal bearing and sweet little soprano voice. I would be very bereft if it ever becomes necessary to keep house without a cat.
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So I went back in time
Studying Hamlet again after nearly 50 years, and thinking about my teacher during fall semester 1960, I was suddenly intensely curious about where he was now. I wasn't even sure I remembered his name, but a few tentative trips to Google produced enough information that I knew I had found him. Or more precisely, found out about him - he died in 2001.
But I did find a transcript of the fun at his retirement party which a participant sent in to the the alumni update section of his alma mater's website. And I also located an eloquent article in praise of a liberal arts education in which the writer credits my former teacher as inspiration for his own studies and his own career.
The writer of the article was a guest at the retirement party, and the email address for his faculty position at a Canadian university was there in black and white for the whole world to read.
So after dithering for a day or two, I sent off an email, feeling drawn to let the writer of the article know about his friend's impact on that long ago naive small town girl wandering through English and American lit with him as a guide. It's not a stretch to say that my studies and reading that semester were the beginning of a lifelong quest to read more critically and enjoy the printed page more acutely.
I apologized for any possible violation of his privacy. However, I need not have worried, I got a very cordial, pleasant note in return email and sincere thanks for sharing my memories.
But I did find a transcript of the fun at his retirement party which a participant sent in to the the alumni update section of his alma mater's website. And I also located an eloquent article in praise of a liberal arts education in which the writer credits my former teacher as inspiration for his own studies and his own career.
The writer of the article was a guest at the retirement party, and the email address for his faculty position at a Canadian university was there in black and white for the whole world to read.
So after dithering for a day or two, I sent off an email, feeling drawn to let the writer of the article know about his friend's impact on that long ago naive small town girl wandering through English and American lit with him as a guide. It's not a stretch to say that my studies and reading that semester were the beginning of a lifelong quest to read more critically and enjoy the printed page more acutely.
I apologized for any possible violation of his privacy. However, I need not have worried, I got a very cordial, pleasant note in return email and sincere thanks for sharing my memories.
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