Mystic Musings

Decades after graduating, I find myself back in high school (emotionally and mentally, if not physically). A friend tagged me on a Facebook post about the death of one of my favorite teachers, “Mr. Y.”  I had Mr. Y for English and as faculty advisor for the Honor Society, and most importantly as a mentor and director in many theatre productions back in the day. Mr. Y was a great sparring partner for me, dishing...