tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394040609328979163.post6757690604277716927..comments2009-04-10T12:50:51.100-05:00DAN TESSITOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528254056123887526dan@dantessitore.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394040609328979163.post-39447614569260427392009-04-10T12:42:00.000-05:002009-04-10T12:42:00.000-05:00This is good stuff, Dan. Depressing, but good. I've noticed much the same lack of (basic) intellectual curiosity in situations much less erudite than a writing class. For example, ever ask for directions from the clerk at a gas station/convenience store? Unless your destination happens to actually be that clerk's home (or perhaps that clerk's video store of choice), the chances of your getting useful directions -- even to marquee destinations -- are . . . zero. "Why should I know where the Bunker Hill Monument is even though it's less than a mile from here? It's not on my way to or from my work at the Sunoco Store."DvBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03787981961015750156noreply@blogger.com