My parents were awesome inspirations, but sophomore year in high school I had an English teach who believed in me and academically kicked my ass so bad that I realized I could actually understand and do damn good academic work after being a total screw off in middle school. Even after tailing her hot daughters and passing out in her front lawn once after one Friday night bash in high school — a half century ago. I’m forever, forever indebted to her for waking me the capital F up. And you?