Where does your brain go when you are angry? I think it goes somewhere in the laundry with that lost sock that somehow escapes between the washer, dryer and the hamper.
Mr. Ralph Bergstrom was one of my favorite high school teachers. He taught Social Studies and his lessons would always go beyond the classroom. I would like to share one that I reflect on quite often.
As a kid, one of my favorite games to play was chess. In fact, I was my third grade class champ (it’s not really bragging if you consider that most of my classmates had never played or even seen a chess board).
