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I suspect there are many things about High School in the 1950’s that isn’t all that different from high school today. Then, just as now, you got up way too early, drug a comb through your hair and boarded a rumbling school bus only to be dumped onto the high school...

The other day I pulled my old bicycle down from the rafters of the garage. Blowing the dust off, I discovered both tires were flat and the seat had some kind of funky fungal action going on. Two new inner tubes and a few adjustments later, I pedaled out of the garage...

I am privileged to have been raised in the wooded hills near the village of Sugar Grove—a quiet community nestled into the gentle slopes carved-out during the glacial age; which my granddaughters believe to have occurred somewhere around the time I entered Mrs....