This was May of 1968, forty five years ago, my how time flies.
Every year I make a brief stop by Laura's classroom to say hello to her kids and see the tiny faces behind her stories of classroom adventures in overcoming strong willed children.
They are cute, but they are little versions of our own broken selves and the challenges she faces daily in education are very real, and I admire her for pursuing her career and helping to create a semblance of future financial security for us.
Meanwhile, back to church to start again, a memorial service this week, board meeting, some sticky problems to overcome or at least tolerate.
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