Hanging with Mr. Zager

I loved my junior high English teacher. Who doesn't love their junior high English teacher?

His name was Mr. Zager.

He introduced us to Truman Capote. He had a Christmas tree in his classroom because growing up Jewish, his mother wouldn't let him have one in their house. He had us sit in reverse alphabetical order because he always hated being last (I'm sure Ilene Ziff loved that about him).

Speaking of alphabetical order, did you notice something about my 29 Love posts for the 29 days of February?

• A: Avocados, Alice-Grace
• B: B-52s
• C: Cannery
  
• D: Dryer sheets
  
• E: Elevators
  
• F: Frances, Friends
  
• G: Gremlins
  
• H: Health
  
• I: Ice cream
• J: Jeffrey
• K: Kittens
  
• L: Loy, Myrna
  
• M: Myrna (my sister)
  
• N: Nigel
• O: Origami
  
• P: Pink
  
• Q: Qatar
• R: Rick (pet names)
  
• S: Snow, Spring
• T: Taxes
  
• U: "Umbrella" song
• V: Vashti
• W: Work
• X: Xerox copies
• Y: Yelling
• Z: Mr. Zager