of his eighth grade English class, "scribbling bawdy parodies to Beatles lyrics," as he described it, when one day the instructor caught him. "My face flushed and my heart raced as she lifted my notebook," he wrote in the introduction to an expansive, recently published anthology of Western poetry he edited. "I was certain she'd read aloud what I'd written and humiliate me."
But instead, the teacher, Bernadine Tomasik, returned his notebook, looked him in the eye, and said, "Mmmm. A budding poet."
from Flathead Beacon: 'A Poet of People'
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