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A few years ago, I was interviewed for a book on alternative education. I've run the gamut of schools; a solid sampling of public, private, home, alternative, American and foreign and I got a nice meal out of the deal, so I figured I'd done pretty well. Little food, little public service.

Today, I got a copy of an article featuring my interview.

There are some stories about my childhood I am just as happy to forget. Like, you know, the time I accidentally set my classroom on fire. That's a story I could happily never relive again.


In other news, today I ate a Twinkie. A first for me, and probably a last, as Twinkies are nasty, nasty pseudo-food.