Early on in my campaign, I received a note from my 4th grade teacher Mrs. Molin. She said she thought I might be the Alan Franken she’d taught way back when, and that I was always a smart kid. She wished me the best and sent me a check for $25. It was the sweetest note I’d received yet. So Mrs. Molin and I got together, and she was as wonderful as I’d remembered her, and wound up being a major hit on the campaign trail. So I asked her to be in my first tv commercial, and she agreed. She was terrific, and I couldn’t have had a better cheerleader. But the best thing to come of it was completely unexpected. Mrs. Molin’s old students started using our campaign to contact her, and send her letters about what an amazing teacher she’d been and how she had touched their lives. I received one that was so touching, I read it several times, and have committed almost to memory. It said: ”Dear Mrs. Molin, You were my favorite teacher. I wasn’t a very good student. I had a hard time with math, and your spelling tests were hard! But you saw that I liked art,