7 January 2012

Mrs. Lewis, do you remember me?

Mrs. Lewis, do you remember me?

Let me give you a hint.

Do you remember a slightly shy (until riled) acne faced kid back in your English class of 1968? Yep - that's the one.

Do you remember having a go at him because you thought he was too young to talk about Richard Nixon? That's it - you got it now.

Well, that was me.

Do you remember an essay I wrote - an essay you derided as "far fetched science fiction" because it didn't fit in with the British education systems policy of discouraging kids to think? Oh you vaguely remember it, that's ok you were always pretty vague about things unless it was mindless, insignificant trivia - then your training ensured you were spot on. Funny how some things never change.

Anyway, I wanted to tell you something. My essay was about "The house of the future". You sneeringly explained to me that in my lifetime, it would be impossible for anyone to design a television that could be hung on a wall and broadcast in 3D with stereophonic sound.. You ignored the fact that I was intrigued by both concepts, and instead of encouraging me to explore them more, you advised that I be more practical.

Well guess what.

I'm about to buy one of those TVs. Not just in my life time, but in yours.

43 years on and I am still proving my old teachers wrong.

Like I said - some things never change.

Wherever you may be - be safe
Copyright Mike Hitchen Online, Lane Cove, NSW, Australia. All rights reserved