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Dear Editor,

Memories, memories. Allow me to share a few with you. In the tiny town of Saco, I was walking down the sidewalk when I noticed a young, beautiful, well dressed, slender lady. I inquired at the grocery store and was told “oh, she’s Ms. Morehouse, the new first grade teacher.”

The next Monday, we said our goodbyes to Gregory as he bounced up the steps of the school bus in our yard. This, our first born, would be traveling 19 miles from our ranch home to school for the first grade.

Brian, our second child, was mightily excited when the yellow vehicle pulled up with his big...