Mentor/Mentee

Years ago, when I decided I might want to be a writer, I went back to school. I had been a college student in the sixties, and—always a slave to fashion—I had done what many in my generation did.

I dropped out.

It wasn’t much of a decision; I would have flunked out anyway. I was a terrible student.

If I liked a class, I attended. If not, not. For most of …