Yesterday I had coffee with two lovely ladies, Themis (from
In kindergarten, they didn’t tie my left hand behind my back (I think I might have recalled such instances), or send me to
I must have been a pretty miserable little guy. In addition to being wrong handed, and the only Jewish in a kindergarten which prayed daily to Jesus, I was hyperactive decades before there was a 'diagnosis' for this sort of thing. Fifty years later, living in a country where most people are Jewish, being left handed is no longer a sin, and practically everyone is frenetic and hyperactive, I feel quite at home.