We didn't have a music teacher who came every day. It was the fourth or fifth grade and Miss Dennis came every two or three days. At the start of the school year she came in, looked around and settled in on me.
"I remember you. I don't like you."
Not much encouragement for a sensitive kid. I'm not saying that it hurt my feelings but here I am still telling the story almost sixty years later. My art teachers never were too thrilled with me, either, as I recall.
I'm hoping that my flagging career has not given either of them anything to gloat over.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.