Okay...some good teachers at all levels of education, a sense of honor instilled in me by my mother, my mother (who as a widow raised four kids, educated them through grad school, saw all of the boys married, and then tried some college courses herself and did it all on Social Security and VA survivor's payments), several female relatives who could have each wrassled a grizzly with one hand while changing a baby with the other, a couple of children's librarians who introduced me to reading for the sheer hell of it, the mathematician/librarian/lawyer/cancer survivor/quilter I married, and a whole lot of other people.