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The pandemic has prevented my legendary 6th-grade English instructor, Mr. Greco, from teaching this year. (He's 88, and classes are in person.) So, I tried my best to be his substitute teacher.
Merry Christmas, Mr. Greco. Thank you for everything. https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/priceless-lessons-from-my-sixth-grade-english-teacher/2020/12/24/ab8842b2-4545-11eb-975c-d17b8815a66d_story.html
Merry Christmas, Mr. Greco. Thank you for everything. https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/priceless-lessons-from-my-sixth-grade-english-teacher/2020/12/24/ab8842b2-4545-11eb-975c-d17b8815a66d_story.html
Yes -- as the column notes, Mr. Greco has a habit of literally eating papers with too many errors. I have often thought of mailing him my newspaper clips over the years, but feared the intestinal damage I might cause. 
https://twitter.com/Craven_Weedlick/status/1342197181495848964
https://twitter.com/Craven_Weedlick/status/1342197181495848964
Stories already rolling in from many other grateful former students today, sharing memories of the teachers who changed their lives. Merry Christmas & happy holidays to all of them. https://twitter.com/mac6272/status/1342205233615826950
Mr. Greco (and our Warriner's textbook) actually *did* teach us to use the Oxford/serial/Harvard comma. But sadly Post style does not use it. I asked Mr. Greco before the column ran to please not fault me for missing serial commas (though any other errors I do take blame for).
