Souvenirs en noir et blanc

I have to walk the dog this morning (in the rain) and then we are going to try to leave early to drive over to Loches to do some shopping. So I'm posting something short.

Last night I was looking around in my photo archives — on the computer, of course — to see what kinds of pictures I took in Januaries past. Instead, in a folder dated January 2003, I found this picture of me from 1977:


That's the caption that appeared with the photo. Somebody facetiously called me "professor" the other day, but let me say I never actually became one. I was a teacher for a dozen years, however, in Illinois and in France. I loved it but gave it up to move to Washington DC, where I ended up working as an editor, translator, and writer. What I never gave up was France. Or plaid shirts!

Notice that fancy word processor on my desk. The AATF was and is the American Association of Teachers of French. I worked in the association's offices in Champaign, Illinois, for three years. I was in my late 20s, and I left there to return to France in 1979 at the age of 30.