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If There's A Single Message Passed Down From Each Generation Of American Parents To Their Children, It Is A Two-word Line: Better Yourself. And If There's A Temple Of Self-betterment In Each Town, It Is The Local School. We Have Worshipped There For Some Time.

The Average Parent May, For Example, Plant An Artist Or Fertilize A Ballet Dancer And End Up With A Certified Public Accountant. We Cannot Train Children Along Chicken Wire To Make Them Grow In The Right Direction. Tying Them To Stakes Is Frowned Upon, Even In Massachusetts.

I Am A Political Recidivist. An Incorrigible, Repeat Voter. A Career Lever-pusher. My Electoral Rap Sheet Is As Long As Your Arm. Over The Course Of Three Decades, I Have Voted For Presidents And School Board Members. I Have Voted In High Hopes And High Dudgeon. I Have Voted In Favor Of Candidates And Merely Against Their Opponents. I Have Voted For Propositions Written With Such Complexity That I Needed Noam Chomsky To Deconstruct Their Meaning. I Have Been A Single-issue Voter And A Marginal Voter. I Have Even Voted For People Who Ran Unopposed. Hold An Election And I'll Be There.

Who's Counting? It Was, Of Course, The Minority Who Were Counting. It Always Is. Most Of The Women I Know Today Would Dearly Like To Use Their Fingers And Toes For Some Activity More Enthralling Than Counting. They Have Been Counting For So Long. But The Peculiar Problem Of The New Math Is That Every Time We Stop Adding, Somebody Starts Subtracting. At The Very Least (the Advanced Students Will Understand This) The Rate Of Increase Slows. ... The Minority Members Of Any Group Or Profession Have Two Answers: They Can Keep Score Or They Can Lose.

I Rewrite A Great Deal. I'm Always Fiddling, Always Changing Something. I'll Write A Few Words - Then I'll Change Them. I Add. I Subtract. I Work And Fiddle And Keep Working And Fiddling, And I Only Stop At The Deadline.