‘’Carl Sandburg… the real Carl Sandburg?” Me, a lowly college sophomore, meeting a literary giant. “Yes, ma’am, in the flesh.” The voice was deep and resonant; the man was tall and silvery-haired. I extended my mittened hand which he gallantly raised to his lips.
“Louis, my friend,” he continued, “is this one of your students? I can’t believe this lovely child is going to be a school teacher. What a waste--she looks more like a dancer or an actress.”
Like most little girls