Crossword puzzles do not intimidate me any more. There was a time when I’d run into the first
question about the name of a river in Kenya, or an opera by Mozart, or
something, and I’d throw down the newspaper in a rage and mutter, “Who in the
world thinks of these ridiculous questions, and why do I care?”
My crossword life changed one day when I conquered one. I was so proud of myself. I thought of my dear mother. I regret this, but the first time I saw my mom
working a crossword puzzle, I said to her, “Mom! I didn’t know you did crosswords. I
thought people had to be really smart
to do those things.” If she were alive today
she could tell me, “See? You proved that
isn’t true!”
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