I hit a semi-trailer on the freeway at 80 mph.

And I probably should be dead. But that’s only the start of the story.

Every sixth Thursday I finish teaching my four classes at one school, pack a huge amount of gear in my car, and drive six hours to Boise to teach another class of 50 kids the following morning.

It’s worth it, but it’s not easy. Teaching at three schools is wearing and requires more energy than I sometimes want to admit that I have. I get fatigued, worn down, dulled, though I often refuse to admit it.

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Working writer, teacher of historical things. I sing opera, and I fish. Usually not at the same time.

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Chris Jones

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Working writer, teacher of historical things. I sing opera, and I fish. Usually not at the same time.

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