In high school, my favorite teacher was Ken Kokrda, who taught me so many important lessons in the arts & humanities — about the roots of rock and roll, the history of Native American cosmologies, the art of film, the meaning of visual imagery, too many lessons to list here. In recent years we reconnected, knowing my dad plays jazz piano and loves all jazz and Ken himself is a drummer and huge jazz record collector. So it was so moving yesterday when he came by with a special delivery from…