I have wondered about my life, who among us hasn't ? I have found Wonder in the choice of my parents , one a basic illiterate , the other a 'Jack of All Trades' who commanded Crossword Puzzle Wizardry but had the 'working vocabulary' of a 6th grader . I have his love for words, yet when I got to the BYG* School I had to learn HOW to write and worse, about WHAT to write . I chose to be an English Major, solely because I LOVED to Read . BUT, as Phil bastardly* pointed-out, "You suck at your Major ". I had no denial . I did .
I was brought-up around the Trades = Carpentry, Electrical, Plumbing and later on Welding --- all of which were of little or NO 'use' for the English Major's 'Tasks-at-Hand' . Junior Year, the Year I was on "Academic Probation", I had TEN 10 page Papers, BOTH Semesters . One word , obsequious HORROR . I don't know how I managed, Truth is, I didn't .
And then "Blogs" 'came about' . I had to write, but THIS time, "IT" was on MY 'terms'. Being a Journalist, {Diarist} proved to hold a TREASURY of Resources -- one of which was , `The WILL to Express myself ` ---> in an INTELLIGENT Fashion, a one where my Education HAD-TO-BE the Foundation upon which the blogs could be erected . Not only THAT but Twitter allowed {a loud} me Homerian Expression {if Homer had Milton as Mentor} . One word ; "Win / Win" .
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