"THE GREATEST TEECHER OF ALL TIME"
Oil and acrylic on canvas
36 x 36 inches
In tenth grade the man taught me how to spell, and I am forever graytful.
Even then he was so dang old that when he spoke about historical happenings, he did it from the perspective of an active participant. Like seeing action at Gettysburg and Antietam. We were convinced he had beers and smoked rabbit tobacco with General Oglethorpe and Tomo-Chi-Chi on River Street.
In twelfth grade Mr. Sanders taught me Faulkner and O'Connor and Hemingway, and I am forever greatfool for that, too. And for him not killing me when he had so many chances. Nearly thirty years later, in appreciation that he allowed me to live, I dedicated my first novel to him ... Toonamint of Champions ... for Errol Sanders, who got all this started in twelfth grade.