Tonight the news came that Frank McCourt died of cancer in NYC, aged 78.
Just last night I watched him on PBS (my alma mater) on a Dublin pub crawl.
He was my English teacher at Stuyvesant. It’s probably the proudest thing I mention about H.S. I’ve been so pleased with his successful second act career and the honor he received as a result. But I have greater honor for his role as a teacher. We were so lucky to have him as our teacher – and we knew it. I was in his creative writing class, and was so glad I got in the class. I don’t know how I heard or how I lucked out.
I do know that my deeper awakening to writing can in part be credited to him and his teaching manner.