To my high school algebra teacher . . .

.  . . with love.

I once told him that I would never use algebra and didn’t understand why we had to learn it.

Real nice.

I know.  And you thought I was a brown-noser.

So, I used some algebra just the other day and now feel repentant.  I have over the course of my adult life used algebra on a fairly regular basis.

So, do I seek him out?  Leave it to chance–if I see him the next time that I am home I tell him?

There are, of course, more important conundrums to ponder.  Perhaps I will ponder them for a little while.

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