Can You Spell Kat?

I have never been a good speller, but I was in a spelling bee once, when I was in the 5th grade. Not by choice, of course. I rarely play games where I have no chance to win.

I wrote about my spelling problems when I was a young reporter and got this note from my M.E.
I wrote about my spelling problems when I was a young reporter and got this note from my M.E.

My goal was modest: Don’t be the first one to misspell a word, the first one to have to sit down. With a goal so modest I might not even have to spell one word correctly. Maybe someone would miss before the teacher got to me.

But they didn’t, and it was my turn.  The teacher asked me to pronounce and then spell the word “said.” I pronounced it and spelled it just like it sounded:



Spelling remained a problem for years — thank goodness for spellcheck.

Karl Sawyer, B.S., M.A., Solid Geometry, College Algebra, Trigonometry
Karl Sawyer, B.S., M.A. He taught Solid Geometry, College Algebra, Trigonometry

When I was a senior at Garinger High School in Charlotte I took College Algebra from Karl Sawyer, a teacher who standards I did not meet.

He required all of us to fold and format our homework and test papers just so. He took points off if we failed to put a period after our middle initial, for example, or got the date wrong. 

One day he passed out test papers and then turned to the blackboard, picked up a piece of white chalk, and began to print, talking as he wrote.

“There is in this classroom a young man who thinks he is going to college,” Mr. Sawyer said.  “He can’t even spell college.”

 On the board he had written “C O L L E D G E.”  My classmates laughed.

I looked at my paper.

Mr. Sawyer had written “F” with a red grease pencil at the top of the page and circled the words I had written: “Colledge Algebra.”

Postscript: Because I failed Mr. Sawyer’s class I had to take College Algebra again when I got out of the Navy and enrolled at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.  For the record, I made an “A.”

NOTE: I’m going to start the New Year –Monday, Jan. 1 — by posting  “Lucky’s Best Story.”  [Lucky is my trail name.]  There is also a video of this story, made on the Appalachian Trial in 2015 when the Hiking Vikings and I stopped for lunch one day.  Nate Harrington asked me to tell the best story I knew and I did.

Coming Monday: The [Sad] Carolers


Ring THAT Up!

Jack, our mentally handicapped son, had been down at the community pool watching television on a small, portable TV when my wife, Donna, scooped him up and headed for Sears, to return some paint.

Jack Stith
Jack Stith

She allowed Jack to carry his TV into the store, sort of like a Mom who lets a kid hang on to a special blanket.

At Sears she found someone who could tell her where to return the paint. It was just a few steps away and, for a second or two or three she turned her back on Jack.

When she turned back to get him she saw a commotion, a knot of people gathered around the spot where she had left him.

They looked confused — dumfounded, actually.

Jack had unplugged a cash register, plugged in his TV, and was watching “The Price is Right.”

Coming Friday: Can You Spell Kat?