You incorrigible, inglorious commenters remind me of a creative writing class first semester freshman year when during the one-on-one evaluation in his cramped messy office, Professor Larry told me, “you write like a third grader.” I now wonder why he thought that bluntness was the best tact, besides having some truth. Maybe he was at a loss as to how to steer me. He must have been trying, “grow them up.” Some words stick and those did, nothing blurry and fading about them. I remember nothing else instructional or curative, haha. Though a bit shocked I took that criticism in some stride, but was frustrated enough that my final two page story was a bit out there, goofy, but he scribbled an A minus on that paper. It was not worthy of an A minus but maybe he wanted to pat himself on the back, liking the thought that his biting words made a difference; or he was appreciative that I pushed my envelope even though it was still cringeworthy. Professor Larry wore a handlebar stache and a bolo tie, the first I had ever seen on a person.