Blog: The Wheel's Still In Spin

I never raised my hand in class because, in public, I stutter when I try to talk. Answering a simple three digit math problem would turn into a recitation of a phone number. "Sev-sev-seven, seven, four, fo-fo-seven, fo-forty, eight." Privately I have a good sense of humor about it. I just don't want to talk in public. Someday I'll get over it. But today it's embarrassing. When I'd go into the record store, though, it was different. Especially if Hank was working. Henry, that's what his nametag said, would talk about and know everything about every album or every band. [...]