|6.5 x 9 cm|
I went to Tilden Junior High School in Maryland. We had a shop teacher there, his name was something that began with 'mister'. I don't remember. I only know he is dead now. While I am ostensibly saddened by his passing, I have to admit the very human tendency to pit his existence against my relative life experience. By that I mean: I do not mourn the loss of value added to our shared experience provided by my former shop teacher; instead, I mourn the loss of time left I have on this earth as indicated by the demise of one associated with a temporal hallmark of my existence.
Look, my narcism isn't the point here. The point is, Rayfield Wright reminds me of my shop teacher from Tilden Junior High. Mister-something.