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Back in 1971, when experiments in educational theory from pointy headed intellectuals with no children were just starting to become all the rage, my fellow seventh graders and I were pulled out of what used to be called a “junior high” and packed off to a newly built experiment in

I’ve always loved this funny little tune from Chaucer’s day: Sumer is icumen in,Lhude sing, cuccu!Groweth sed and bloweth medAnd springth the wude nu.Sing, cuccu!Awe bleteth after lomb,Lhouth after calve cuBulloc sterteth, bucke ferteth.Murie sing, cuccu!Cuccu, cuccu,Wel singes thu, cuccu.Ne swik thu naver nu! This joyful, ebullient tune, doubtless sung

“The body” I was taught growing up, “is just the shoe box for the soul. What matters is the shoes, not the box. So when it’s time to go to heaven, just put the shoes on and throw the box away.” This good solid dose of Gnostic thinking was instilled