I know, I majored in English at the University of Michigan – you think I’d be a prolific writer, but I’m not. I don’t know why I majored in English. Maybe it had to do with encouraging teachers, or maybe it was because I loved to read and discuss books. It couldn’t have been money – there’s no money for English majors, but for some odd reason, I decided to major in English.
I can spell well – that’s a plus. What has always seemed odd to me is that you’d think that being an English major I’d have fantastic writing and grammar skills. I don’t. Not once in college did I have a grammar class – all of that was in high school. I still have my MLM grammar book (do I know what MLM stands for? Nope, but I still have it). I still have most of my books from college.
Actually, I’m reading one of them right now. Can’t remember the title for the life of me, but it’s a history of the United States. It goes up to 1988 when George H.W. Bush got the nomination for the Republican party. The Soviet Union still exists in this book. No Gulf War. No Clinton. No Monica Lewinsky (that’s a good thing). No 9-11. No W. It’s rather funny looking at the world map in the back of the book and how much things have changed in the 19 years since it was published.
So that’s what I’ve been reading. It’s been an interesting read – not as interesting as Harry Potter, I’m sure, but good. It’s bringing back memories of all of the tests I had as a child about the Stamp Act and the Townsend Acts and our little visit to Lexington and Concord when I was 16. That was quite the trip -I’d love to take my kids there someday.
One question that I may end up googling later today (I love google) is about tar and feathering. Did it kill the “victim”? Dang – it had to hurt! If they survived, how the heck did they get cleaned up? (You’re beginning to realize I’m not so smart, aren’t you?) So that will be on my list of things to google today. That and how to get nasty smells out of towels. My towels stink and vinegar and bleach ain’t cutting it. Blech.