My high school physics teacher included a large dose of philosophy of science in his course. I've found the insights I got into the nature of truth and our understanding of it to be invaluable. I heard from my nieces, who were attending the same high school, that he was still there, so I wrote him a letter and thanked him. He called me up, thanked me for the letter, and asked me to send a copy of it to the principal - he's been fighting for years to keep the philosophy in the curriculum, in spite of an administration that has trouble seeing the value of it.

I don't know where my high school English teacher is now, but I would write her if I could. Cynthia Hatch Brueck, if you should stumble upon this posting, thank you for assigning a journal, to be written in every week. It taught me that I could write something if I tried, and enriched my life immeasurably.

And one other person came to mind just this week, when I saw a mention in the newspaper that it was Mitch Miller's 90th birthday. I date my awakening to the beauty and power of group singing to the day when I heard Mitch Miller's recording of The Yellow Rose Of Texas on the radio, and I value his devotion to getting people to sing (as opposed to listening to other people sing) more now than ever. I'll see if I can find an address for him.

Jacob