I made a reference on Facebook to one of my favorite teachers on a post today, and that made me curious about him. Sadly, I found his obituary, and that he died just a few months ago. Mr. Yeaw was my 11th grade English teacher, and while I went to his class an avid reader, he encouraged us to read contemporary fiction as literature, and I've done that ever since. We read Shakespeare plays, but we also read Kurt Vonnegut and Stephen King. He was the director of our High School plays, and I did three of them. I enjoyed them all, but especially a two person play, Shirley Jackson's Summer People. I particularly loved that experience, because it meant so much to me that Mr. Yeaw chose me for it, and I think chose the play because he thought I could do it well. I remember his laugh, and the way he would aggressively rub his chin through his beard, standing at an odd angle, while he contemplated our ideas. I remember he got in trouble for taking us outside to sit under a tree to discuss literature on a beautiful day. He will be missed, and I was glad to read of the wonderful life he led after he left my awareness. Rest in Peace, Mr. Yeaw.