




Somehow I remember Mrs. Klapman, who I presume is Brian's mother, and I remember Mrs. McLeod. When you recognize someone shoot me an e-mail and we'll add names to the photographs.
"The future presses hard upon a high school, and somehow qualifies and diminishes it. The students in a high school begin courtships; the next generation begins to assert its claims; people begin to think of what they will do when they get out"--from "Jayber Crow" by Wendell Berry
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