Skool Dayz

Hello dedicated readers. Sorry I missed yesterday. My sources down on Second Street tell me there wasn't a lot to take pictures of. They've put in some plumbing, I think, but mainly it looks like it did on Tuesday. However, that doesn't mean I don't have pictures. Once again I had to go into the 626 Second Street Archives. The small gallery I maintain in my satellite location in Oxford is nothing compared to the volumes we keep down at our temporary location (Pine Avenue, Broadmoor, The Puerto), but it must suffice until I'm able to take a field trip to the Mother Ship. There are pics of 626 before I was even born, folks. When Dad held office even, if you can believe it. I think he was City Surveyor or something. Sounds made up, doesn't it?

Anyway, today's pictures fall into the "First Day of School" genre. In the first one, I am all ready for First Grade at St. John Elementary School. Look how happy am appear! In truth I was terrified. Mom took me down to that big bad redbrick school and I nearly lost my mind. First Grade's no kindergarten, people. No sirree. I hated it and threw a tantrum. Needless to say I eventually chilled out, relaxed, and somehow got through not only First Grade but all the other grades and college.

The second picture is of my first day at Westminster, I think. Fourth Grade. Now, when I think back to Fourth Grade, I enjoyed immensely. I probably got the best grades of my life. I read the Narnia books. I read the Babysitters Club. I was all about Chapter Books. Charlotte's Web, another fave. So why do I have such a horrible look on my face? No idea. I probably was annoyed at Dad for taking my picture. OR, maybe those hideous knee socks were cutting off the circulation to my feet. That very well may be it.

That's All Folks.

See you Friday.