It’s funny how lessons I’ve learned are attached to memories. I’m sure we all have things like that in our lives.
Like the day you realized you were putting your socks away in carefully wrapped balls just as your mother once had, even though you swore you never would.
This is kinda like that.
When I was in high school, I shared part of a story I was writing with my history teacher, Duncan. I remember the way his brow furrowed when he concentrated, and the way his glasses perched on the middle of his nose. Then he looked at me and said, “You can’t say ‘he asked rhetorically’ because it’s rhetorical. If it’s rhetorical, it’s obvious, so why would you say ‘he asked rhetorically’? The reader should already know that.” He chuckled.
To this day, every time I think of a rhetorical question, I think of Duncan.
Also, whenever I think of the word oftentimes, I think of Duncan as well. Sorry, Duncan. Oftentimes is a word. Attach a memory to that lesson, my friend.