What a nice walk down memory lane. From both of ya.
I love the pics. (I think most of my early schools were built out of wood, some probably gone for good by now.)
And what I remember of my high school, built of cinder blocks or something not wood, is skipping class to go to the beach; my body guard, Butch; Mrs Dillman, my typing teacher and the terror of the school; and being asked to quit because I was a "rebel". Go figger, eh? But all in all, school was actually fun. I just wasn't aware of it at the time.
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