In Plain Engel-ish

With the gazillion hurricanes (that’s just a rough estimate) which have plagued this 2020 tropical storm season, I am remembering 1989 here in North Carolina. Actually, the most deadly hurricane ever to strike here was Hazel in October of 1954. But thirty-five years later in September of 1989 Hurricane Hugo terrorized both North and South Carolina and gave me a blind date I shall never forget. When the breath of Hurricane Hugo began blowing toward South Carolina, we in North Carolina began holding ours. As an English professor, I was intrigued by his name since he was the only literary-named...

I love Charles Dickens not only for creating remarkable characters but also because he WAS such a remarkable character. He and Lord Byron are the two British authors who are known equally as personalities and as writers. And in American literature, Ernest Hemingway stands virtually alone as the single-most important personality in modern American fiction. Granted, William Faulkner, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and John Steinbeck all rival him as novelists but certainly not as personalities. Hemingway was even more famous for who he was than for what he wrote. The Hemingway hero in fiction – brave, stoic, aloof, and sensitive –...

When I was a child I never spent one minute with my father in his workshop. There was no workshop. A complete inventory of the tools in the Engel household: one screwdriver, one hammer, one wrench, and one bottle-opener — all kept in the depths of the kitchen catch-all drawer. Yes, the Engels were so unmechanical that we considered a bottle-opener a tool.But I do vividly remember many times when I was dazzled by my father’s manual dexterity. His instrument was neither a lathe nor a drill; it was a typewriter.My father was an accomplished hunter-and-pecker who combined impressive speed,...

Now that COVID has brought a temporary end to my local teaching and national lecturing profession of fifty years, I realize both how fortunate my choice of profession was and how odd this career would have seemed to me during my undergraduate days. For when I was a college senior in 1970 and selecting a future profession, professing as a professor was not an option I had seriously considered.Actually, during that year I had been accepted to law school at the University of Virginia and had assumed that I would become a lawyer. My father had won a scholarship to...

To complement our CD sale, I wanted to write about how I saw the “world” from 1982 to 2012 when I led twenty-eight different learning travel excursions to England. A few of you reading these words went along with me so you know that any trip to England is a complete Wondrous World in itself. For those of you who didn’t travel with me, let me take you along now and show you how we behaved.All of us were always wearing our bright red tags with "Dickens Fellowship" emblazoned beneath our names. The badges originally had read "Dickens Disciples," but...