My mom gets the credit and the blame
Mom, aka Helen Marie Hunter, circa 1935 on her high school graduation
One of several traits that I owe overwhelmingly to my mother is a little understood love of argument. In that way, my mother touches you today.
Mom was a very intelligent woman, who instilled in me the unshakeable feeling that every side of a discussion must be heard and argued. I also married a woman with whom I share an understanding that debate and argument is sport.
So you may understand when I publish an editorial in the coming issue of The Star that most of you will dislike and some will hate. Feel free to respond; I'll be disappointed if you don't.
You can blame my mother, but I thank her.