Potholes, oh my potholes: An ode to crumbling city streets

I’ve been to Peru and old Pompeii,

Along the Inca Trail and the Appian Way,

Up slippery slopes and down treacherous ravines,

But I’ve never seen streets like in New Orleans!  

Apart from the levees, the city is flat;

Ain’t no topography to know where yat.

Reset the hook: something educators should do-now

The first lesson I ever taught was in Pachamama, Ecuador.  I was a wet behind the ears Peace Corps volunteer, and it was my first charla, or workshop. I was delivering a presentation on the importance of cropping sheep tails to a group of seasoned campesinos, who obviously knew far more about ovine management than I ever would.