Joe and
Georgia were great parents. I mainstreamed myself back to Richard’s senior year in high school. He represents a pointed moment in my life. I remember him giving me a chance; actually, I can’t remember what I never forgot.
Calendar girl - My daughter
Carrie was 5 years old, waiting for her mother to pick her up from kindergarten at the Dupont Avenue school when she said to her teacher
Anna Jane Mercer, “Miss Mercer, my brother Dave got run over by a bulldozer.” “That’s awful, Carrie. When did that happen?” “I don’t know. Let me see a calendar.” When my wife arrived to collect Carrie, concerned paraprofessional