As a longtime editor and proofreader of other people’s work, I am compulsive about typos, etc. However, I realize now that I must also watch out for my rather unreliable memory. This morning’s post sent me to my past, and I erroneously said that I was 16 in 1964. Well, anyone who reads some of my stuff has learned that I am now 78 having been born in 1945 between VE and VJ Days. So I turned 19 in 1964, and the graduation I was thinking of was from the two-year college I attended right out of high school. I then went to work and began attending another college at night to get my teaching degree. So that’s the proper setting for the memory I shared earlier. Whew—that feels better. When I am wrong, I promptly admit it (which some of you will recognize as one of the very precious 12 Steps by which I try to live). The lifelong process, however, is learning how to know when I am wrong!
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