I thought you all might get a kick out of this photograph. This is me, in the fourth grade, participating in a knitting “mini-course”. Our school, located in Nunn, Colorado, a small farm town in the middle of nowhere in northeastern Colorado, had a mini-course program where the students could choose from a variety of subjects, like auto repair, gymnastics, sewing, etc. Of course, I chose knitting. I already knew how to knit, as a neighbor had taught me a couple of years earlier, but I decided to take the course to get some help with a vest I was making. Can you see the cable needle in my hand? The yarn was an awful Kelly green acrylic. Anyway, a reporter from the Greeley Tribune decided to do a story on this small school and the mini-course program – and I ended up having a photo published in the newspaper. Since the school was located in a conservative farming community, you can imagine the crap that I received after the story was published. A boy who KNITS! And my father, who didn’t like it when he saw me knitting at home, was MORTIFIED when this photo of his sissy son knitting was in the newspaper– now, everyone knew this dirty little secret! Unfortunately, I gave up knitting shortly after this photo was taken. I just couldn’t deal with the comments. I didn’t pick up my needles again until I was about 40 years old. But now, I don’t care what people say about my knitting!