This is all very frustrating. I wasn't the greatest student. I was a fairly normal boy student in elementary school. Supposedly blessed with a high I.Q., I couldn't spell I.Q. I still remember the third grade class where I made a 100 on the Friday spelling test. I had studied very hard for that test. Not at the admonitions of my parents or teachers; I did it all myself. I remember studying hard for that fifteenth word test. And I surprised myself when I made a 100. It was Friday the Thirteenth. Ever since then I have considered Friday the Thirteenth to be lucky for me. Luck, not study. Thus I stayed a fairly normal boy student. Secondary learning wasn't much better. I didn't do well. My interpretation of "The Bear" by William Faulkner was publicly rejected in senior English class. And now I can remember the title and the author. Who does that? Shouldn't that be all forgotten by now? Revelation came to me at the very end of senior year as the
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My job jar is full. But that is a good thing. Recently unhinged from my career in county government has given me time to approach my jobs around the house, office, kitchen, Panda room. And what am I doing? Creating a Blog! Gracious. It all started when I read the Houston Chronicle this morning and they showed a sidebar, screened in color, that proclaimed the largest donations to Texas Universities. And the one for the University of Texas was wrong. That compelled me to write a letter to the author of the story and give her (Jeannie) the facts. Somehow I ended up here. Maybe I should get one of my job jar jobs done.