Sunday, April 2
I suspect that the worst thing that ever happened to the physical act of writing was the moment it was decided that schoolchildren should be given enormous, clumsy fat red pencils with which to trace letters onto mushy, unpleasant pads of newsprint. Do you remember those things? At the age of 6 or 7, was there any more perfect tactile harbinger of the intellectual and spiritual process of education? Other than the time that kid pushed me into a desk just after the Pledge of Allegiance and I had to go get stitches?