I’m no scholar, but I appreciate people who speak well. My dad was an eloquent speaker, gifted with the ability to frame his thoughts with well-chosen words. It’s not that he was so highly educated whereby he gained such a command of the English language. He simply valued the power of language and its importance in every day communication.
Growing up, I watched my dad engage people in conversation about any given subject, from the seemingly mundane to the hot button issues of the day, with wit and passion. He had an opinion and could clearly convey it. He wrote letters to editors and articles for newspapers about issues he wished to weigh in on, many of which I have and keep in a box of special mementos. I remember him talking back to news anchors on the TV screen when they used words incorrectly. As a young person, of course, I just thought he was odd and nit-picky, but now I understand exactly why he did that.
Read the rest of this entry »