It was the first day of first grade, and Keagan said school was
just okay. The highlight of the day, he reported, was the bus ride because they
have a new stop this year and he couldn't believe his ears when "that
country boy" got on the bus and told the bus driver, "Hiiii, my name
is Bubba. What's yours?" Keagan relayed the story in perfect Georgian
twang.
Today Evan started third grade and as usual, he had very little to
report. He didn't even mention what he had for lunch.
In only nine hours we will be right back here: the neighborhood
bus stop. I don't expect the same level of excitement or smiles.
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