Part of my daughter’s homework requires me (or another 3rd party, but who better then moi?) to make handwritten edits/revisions to her essays. As in, with my hand, like some kind of caveman. As in, not with a computer. As in, the same way that Herman Melville’s editors had to tackle Bartleby the Freaking Scrivener. I’m suddenly having Law Review blue pencil flashbacks. <Shudder> It seems I escaped the tyrannical dictates of the Editor In Chief only to find myself subject to the tyrannical dictates of a fifth grade English teacher. Just when I think I’m out, they pull me back in.