If ever there was a boys’ boy, it had to be Cooper. His shirt was always coming out of his trousers, his hands were full of ink and marker, shoes scuffed, but he had the look of a cherub: blond, blue-eyed, just a bit chubby, and a smile to light up a room and beyond. He loved gross facts, using “bathroom” words, wrestling, and just plain running around. He knew a lot about the wrestlers of the
... [Show full abstract] World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) that he watched with regularity on Friday nights. However, he was conversant about most sports. Before our sessions started each week, Cooper would have all the boys around him talking about “the game” from the previous week and it really did not matter if it was football season when he started Literacy Space, or basketball when he returned from winter break, or baseball at the end of the year. He was our resident ESPN reporter and commentator.