By Joe Saltzman
from the Los Angeles Times online, retrieved January 5, 2012
The year was 1955, and there I was, a high school junior, standing in the Alhambra High hallway crying my eyes out. Â I’m not sure what I would have done if T hadn’t walked up.
We all called Ted Tajima T or Mr. T because no one could pronounce his last name correctly, and Ted was too informal a name for any high school kid to call his teacher.
T was an English and journalism teacher at Alhambra, and he changed my life forever.
