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And that very night the van was stolen. He had inside it - guns, money and dope. So it was a huge hit. A few days later the van was found a few blocks away all burned out. They had set it afire with the spare tire in the back to smudge the finger prints. That was a mistake on my part and I still feel bad about it. I vowed there and then never to be gracious again.
A great class at SF State was Greek Mythology given by a claimed French aristocrat, whose grandfather's education consisted solely in memorizing Homer's Iliad and Odyssey. Guess I was not going to be an aristocrat any-time soon. He was really picky, spelling and grammar. I found out that a few in the class were merely auditing, such was his reputation as a tough grader. He gave me B's when I thought I should have gotten A's. No spell checking in those days.
We all loved his class. He shunted us off to a 'subject-related' movie one time toward the end of the semester; no doubt to play a little hooky tooky. The class was livid and let him have it the next session, and especially with class time growing short. He was surprised. He said usually the class prefers to take a break and watch a film. This class was furious. So I read the Iliad and Odyssey. The Iliad I had read before at least in part, and with the teachers great mythological insight. It was a great class.
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