She’d welcomed me before I could get out of my driver’s seat — this beautiful woman whom I had not seen for almost fifty years. We’d once spent an entire year together, she and I. She as teacher — I as her student. Oh the memories of that second grade year. Hippo Holes. Tutti’s Panties. The Snow White play. …
All I Really Needed to Know, I Learned in Second-Grade
They say that all you really need to know, you learn in kindergarten. Well, I didn’t go to kindergarten. And since I’m a slow learner, I didn’t get the important stuff till second-grade. And there I learned that you should share everything. (Except maybe for saliva.) This was pretty apparent because Mrs. Crouch had stressed this from …