In elementary school I could not imagine why I was being tortured by Latin or Math, and my perception of soccer was chiefly that of being a crashee.

But I loved starting things, especially newspapers. Once I had saved enough to buy a mimeograph machine (the prior technology being typing hard with as many carbon copy sheets as possible), I was unstoppable.
The logic of producing what became a 32- and then 50-page newspaper with writers and circulation well beyond my school was also irresistible. I had to go out and get advertisements, and I had to organize peers in many places.  All this was obvious to me, but it meant not always being where I was supposed to be.

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