|Four of my friends at our recent class reunion.|
|The school with the new section.|
|The gym and stage for plays.|
I often went to the basketball games they had there during the school year. Sometimes they had speakers to come in and talk to us while we sat in the bleachers. Sometimes it was an author, I can’t remember the name of one, but it was the author of one of my favorite horse books about a pony. She told the story of that pony that was her real pony. Somewhere in my thousands of books I think I still have that book unless one of my kids got rid of it when they were young.
|Demolishing the old school.|
|Nothing left of the school but a lot of debri.|