Fourth Grade

Last Saturday Nora and I visited our fourth grade school teacher. She is now 95 years old and just moved into a nursing home. Her room is a couple of doors down from my dad's room.

I asked her if she remembered splitting Nora and me up for talking too much in class. She put me in one corner and Nora in the other corner. I told her it didn't work 'cuz we're still together. She laughed and laughed and said . . . "I can't remember disciplining anyone that harshly."