It looks like the Boston St. John’s Alumni group is going to read Macbeth in March. This was the seminar leader’s choice, not mine, but I have to admit to a special personal fondness for Macbeth. It was the first book I remember reading. I was in kindergarten at the time and yearned for my mother to read that book to me because it had a picture of witches in it. We sat at the kitchen table together reading. It must have been winter – I remember that it was dark outside. Or maybe that was just the effect of the story. The reading was slow going as my mother had to explain words and phrases to me and often used a dictionary. In the course of persisting through Macbeth, I learned to read! You can imagine my reaction to “Dick and Jane” the following year in first grade. In fact, you can probably explain a lot about my personality because of this experience with Macbeth.