Thanks, Readers of Traces
I started Traces two years ago on a whim. Three hundred and sixty posts later, I find that I still have something to say. But it wouldn’t be half as much fun and rewarding without my sense that you — just one or two of you on some days, a few more on others — are out there somewhere, reading, agreeing, disagreeing, smiling, grimacing. Many, many thanks.
A friend of mine once said to me that when his own son followed him into teaching, he gave him this advice: “In any class, if you can reach just one student, you can consider that a success.” I’m not sure I would go quite that far, but I know exactly what he’s driving at. When I share something like today’s Sunday Evening Blues, I imagine that one person. And I remember what C. S. Lewis observed about reading: “We read to know we are not alone.”