Education is so important, and the influence of a kind, thoughtful teacher can stay with you an entire lifetime.
That’s the way I feel about Miss B. It was 1970, and on Fridays she would bring in her guitar, and turning on the overhead projector she’d place the transparency with the lyrics of a song she’d written in that beautiful hand of hers. She would start strumming. We would all start singing. Here are 2 of the songs I remember: