I was in remedial English in college. I never understood why I found it so hard to write stuff for the teacher. I didn’t care I guess. Maybe I never had an inspiring teacher. Maybe I was a lazy good for nothing typical American student who took everything for granted. I dunno!
At lunch after graduating college I would go to the corner deli and get my milk and my RB on rye with lettuce, tomato, mustard, mayo, salt n pepper, oil and vinegar.
Often I would see a NYT with an interesting article on the cover so I would buy that too and read whilst feasting. It became a habit, then a passion. Food for my tummy, food for my brain.
The Times brought the world into my head in a way nothing had ever penetrated my soul before. I saw how the English language was supposed to be used, how grammar worked, the strength of written imagery, creativity, and intelligence. This appreciation/education occurred slowly over a long period of time, one sandwich at a time. How can a NYT author make obscure foreign/national news items interesting to a blue collar worker?
NYT authors helped me digest and understand politics, helped me cut through the utter bullshit politicians wish for you to believe (I do not need their help sorting through tRUMP’S total BULLSHIT- I had him figured for a fool and an ass**** after I heard him speak for the first time).
Reporters slap us in the face with sobriety sometimes, and I welcome their help!
This article caught my eye, dunno why, but shortly after I started reading it I realized it was written by an author that I have always strived to be like. She tells two stories, maybe three at the same time, hard to understand if you only think about raking leaves- pure genius.
I am going to write her a letter thanking her for this article, then join the NYT as a subscriber!