The Life of the Artistically Illiterate

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I have a confession to make. I can’t sing. I can’t read music or play any instruments worth mentioning. I can’t draw or paint either. When it comes to the arts, I am a tabula rasa, a Gobi Desert of artistic expression, a veritable dearth of right-brained activity. I am convinced if someone did…

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I am a teacher in an inner-city alternative school and work a small hobby farm with my wife. I write about politics, education, and social issues.

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John Egelkrout

John Egelkrout

I am a teacher in an inner-city alternative school and work a small hobby farm with my wife. I write about politics, education, and social issues.

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