title: How To Stick A Dart In Your Head
author:  Eric J Hill 
description: Eric J. Hill has been teaching at St. Bernard's School in Manhattan since 1990, and has worked with horses for his entire life. How To Stick A Dart In Your Head began to take shape about a year ago after several of his students told him to "Write a book about all the stuff you always tell us about." It's possible that they were really aggravated by the fact that he talks way too much and tells the same stories over and over again, but they may have been trying to be nice too. Eric is also a musician, but that's another story. He writes while on the train during his lengthy commute to NYC from Dutchess County, and has a sequel to "Dart" in the works. He's 62 years old, but behaves more or less like he is permanently 12 or younger. His Author Page Photo was taken in 1957, but not much has changed for him since then other than he wears a different pair of shorts and a different t-shirt nowadays. You can email him at ejhill7@ me.com if you would like to let him know how you are doing or ask him any questions.
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  Benjamin K Hewett
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright © 2015 by Benjamin K. Hewett
  
  
  All Rights Reserved.
  
  
  
  
  
  ISBN-13: 978-1508669593
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  To Dennis, who took time to teach a scrappy young program analyst how to play
  cricket.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ![dart.jpg](../images/00001.jpeg)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I duck my head just in time and scamper down the tavern’s center beam,
  flinching as a mug shatters against the rafter boards. I shake bits of beer-
  soaked ceramic out of my hair and stay light on my feet, ignoring the flying
  fists and spray of ale below me. You don’t live long in my profession by
  losing focus. All that matters for the moment are Lucinda’s wicked arm and
  balancing on this crossbeam. I hop a spinning plate and twist sideways too,
  reversing direction at the last sec