If this blog were a book, you'd read it on the toilet.
The Great Brain...
In fifth grade, I had a kick-ass teacher. We'll call him Mr. S. He was the only male teacher I had had to that point. He was cool. He had played minor league ball and would be all-time pitcher for us during recess baseball games. He kind of reminded me of Sam Malone of "Cheers", but without the alcoholic past. At the end of the day, he would read to us from The Great Brain books. Even though I wasn't into books at the time, I thought these were awesome. It'd be neat to go back and read some and see if I still enjoy them.