I wrote back, I can’t think of any particular Frank quote right now, but I am remembering how he would arrive every morning at the AT school (we started at 8:30 am), with some exciting revelation. One morning, he came in bursting to tell us about how, as he had cooked his oatmeal, and brushed his hair, and tied his shoes, and done all the things one usually does, he had been astonished by his hands – that they knew exactly what to do on their own – and how he had watched them with wonder and appreciation. And the reaction from the gallery of AT students (missing the point of the story) was something like, “OH My God, Frank EATS Oatmeal!” (because he was so private about his life). Like now we had some powerful secret knowledge.
https://www.bodyproject.us/wp/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/logobg.png 0 0 Elyse Shafarman https://www.bodyproject.us/wp/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/logobg.png Elyse Shafarman2021-11-27 00:09:522021-11-27 00:14:03A memory of Frank Ottiwell