One of my favorite articles I have ever written.
It was early 1977. I was a student at Oak Harbor High School in Northwest Ohio and I remember this event without straining any of my 1970’s damaged brain cells. It was a Thursday afternoon and I was stuck right in the middle of art class. That’s right….I said art class. I finally admit publicly that I took art in high school.
Why I remember this so clearly is because I remember the music playing in class. Mrs. Cherry was the art teacher. She was young and made art fun. More importantly, she played music in her class. This day we were listening to “Wings Over America” by Paul McCartney and Wings.
Now… I would love to tell you that I was a good artist. Also, I would love to tell you that I took the class to become a better artist. But neither one of those reasons would…
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