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Vicki in Michigan

Smiling as I remember driving her to school when she was at Slauson.

She would be chatting happily with us until the car door opened, and then there was dead silence as she walked away, never looking back.

Silly pookies. :-)

Pat

You think I don't read this, but I do. While I'm waiting late on a Sunday night for the tow truck to bring my 21 year old son and his yet-again broken down motorcycle back to the house. He assures me he can pay. I, too, have poignant memories of A. going off to second grade. And someday you will have poignant memories of Joe starting his junior year in college.

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