On a plane home one recent evening, I started making conversation with passengers around me. They were quite chit-chatty as we all settled in. Then suddenly, it became obvious that the conversation had abruptly died. I grinned like the Chesire Cat all the way into Oakland and was impressed at the wide berth given me as we all de-planed at the concourse. Leaving in front of them, I had the distinct sensation that they were sharpening their lead pencils and stabbing my image Voodoo-School style.
Freedom works, and the concept can be mighty scary to some.
The writer is a trustee of the California Homeschool Network. Thanks for sending me your newsletter. Very nicely done, with excellent content. Permission is granted to freely distribute this article as long as this copyright notice is included in its entirety.