Youngsters and Oldsters
Back in 1961, when my mother brought my sisters and I up to Madison, Wisconsin from Turialba, Costa Rica, I started at the local elementary school into the prescribed second grade as the back-to-school season began. Within two weeks I had frustrated my teacher to the point where my mother was called in for a conference to discuss my schooling. It seemed that my one year of one-room schoolhouse education on the tropical grounds of…

