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The batteries died so you can't see the end of the story.  (This is supposed to be a video!)

Can't believe we just spoke with  a 48 year old former student as we were indulging in a luscious breakfast at the Roadside Diner. He said, as former students are wont to say," Don't you remember me? You are Mrs. Rose, right?" Of course I do remember faces but I'm afraid names escape me most of the time! Met my first students when I started out subbing at Plainfield High in 1965. If I suppose I met at least 60 new kids a year for 32 1/2 years that's around 2,000 students not counting the years I subbed! (I'm not counting my regular classes because I had many of those same students for at least three years or Chess Club.  Only counting Freshmen, Study Halls and Home Room.)No, I don't remember all the kids, darn it! It was a close encounter of a good kind. Jeff mentioned that he plays horseshoes and knows where we live. We invited him to play when he has time to stop by. He said he has put in three pits with cement runways in his backyard and the lighting necessary for late night pitching! Looks like Ps&D's Pop has another place to pitch horseshoes! Jeff did mention drinking beer and wine with a somewhat quizzical look on his face. So I told him that at 48 years old it was okay! It's no wonder I loved teaching. Lots of very nice human beings.

Colder than a witch's tits today as Grampa would say. Good gravy. Where the devil is Springtime? Supposed to be here this week. Hope it's going to make it!

Follow up on the dare from Kiddo. I found an easy rendition of Beethoven's Für Elise and if I practice some more I should be able to show off when he comes for his Frication!

Quote:  The contented man is never poor; the discontented never rich.   ___George Eliot