I ran into an old English teacher – and my first journalism teacher – at the grocery store recently. She was buying milk, and I was the nosy reporter asking her about prices.
She answered my question and then said, “You don’t remember me, do you?”
I admitted she looked familiar, and then Mary Ann Clemmons, English teacher my junior year at Shelby County High School, introduced herself to me.
“I remember you wouldn’t read much of anything but sports,” she said.