Searching for Mr. Henry
NOTE: This article first published in The Bluffton Sun, August 2013 I had an amazing English teacher in high school. Although I graduated more than 20 years ago, I still think of Mr. Henry and the other teachers I had. In line at a Starbucks recently, I struck up a conversation with two girls. They looked to be about middle school age, enjoying their last weeks of summer like me, a teacher on her way back to the classroom for another school year. I asked if they were ready.