Some days, when I’m not sure how everything has gone so terribly wrong in this country, I find myself focusing on the image of the ruler that the Coca-Cola Company gave me when I entered first grade in my small town of southern Alabama.
I liked that school. It had wide hallways and bright classrooms. I loved the sprawling oaks on the playground and the coldest water this side of Alaska that came from the water fountains.
I loved reading about Dick running.
I enjoyed looking for Jane to see Dick running.