I am writing from a strange place today. The Superintendent of Clymer Central School, a man well liked and very involved with and supportive of students and teachers alike, was murdered at his home in Clymer over the weekend. We never met him, he started there last November, but our eldest daughter and her husband are both teachers at the school and were very pleased with him. Our four grandchildren from the senior to the first grader all attend school there in the same building - as the newscasters keep saying, it is a very tightly knit community. The county sheriff is very involved in the case and stunned that, not only did this happen in his county, but of all places, in Clymer. Stan's mother and sister both live in the same neighborhood, just a bit up the road from where he was found. There is fear and anger in equal parts. Some how, even the word tragedy doesn't say enough.
