Big Shouts to the teachers who helped to shape my world. PS. 195 : Mrs. Rumsky (Can’t remember) “get your little tush over here.” PS: 217 Madame Milkman (we renamed her) “Gout le vin, si le vin est bon” PS 217 Mr. Malachowsky (Turning from the blackboard and suddenly fingering talkers) “You, You, You, up front and center). PS 217 Mr. Rosen (I think his name was) (Had us sing every Barry Manilow song on the charts for chorus). Also the other chorus teacher/ex-marine who taught us every NY song from the 1800’s and early 1900’s (eg. Sidewalks of New York. IS 62: Mr. Pomerantz: “You too, can be the next Hitler” (On explaining how easy it is to become a maniac in a passive society). Franklin K. Lane: IS: 62: Mrs. Mastracola: “Young ladies say, “May I utilize the Vanitorium” (Not can I use the John) To the cool jazz orchestra teacher who had us running through the piccicato (please correct me) melody (and other exercises I no longer remember) Uhuru Sasa Shule: For putting Africa on my map. (And we kids who liked to slip away and explore the cool 50 year old cobweb draped war-heads (dead) in the armory basement). To the goofy young teacher in the poconos who tirelessly indulged us with Beowulf and The Lord of the Rings (and the rest of Tolkein’s Hobbit series). The Vietnam Vet Karate Teacher that put the fear of God in we young Bruce Lee Enthusiasts. Sent every cry baby home to momma.