June of 1970 was one of the worst months for my father’s business in Mumbai, India. The market was turning very fast. My father had a strong reputation in the industry, and as a result, although far from being an ideal situation, it was still a blessing to have a small but crawling flow of work to keep the ship from sinking.
Our school principal, Father Francis Mascarenhas, would occasionally visit some classes for observation. Although it didn’t seem random for my class, his visits were usually a surprise. There would be an absolute pin-drop silence as soon as he would set his foot inside the class. I recall the experience of one being a mix of fear, respect, maybe more fear than respect.
Pit stops help keep the journey exciting and also prevent falling asleep on the wheel. Continue reading “★ Detour | Off Topic”