I’m not that good at math. I majored in physics for a quarter at UCLA, and it was a disaster. Somehow, I just don’t think that way. I also don’t think like a bureaucrat or a bean counter. But words, now there’s my territory. Words, I like to say, are the sea in which I swim. I think not in images or numbers or feelings, as some people do, but strictly in words. During down times, words twist and turn in my head, re-forming themselves this way and that. I look at the world through word-colored glasses.
That became clear to me as early as junior high school, when I was a star student in Mrs. Robinson’s Spanish class. I ripped through the assignments so quickly that she put me on an independent study program. That freed me up to write, at my request, short stories in Spanish. I remember…
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