When I was walking through South Park in the City last Friday, I was thinking about what my friend Phil had said just a couple weeks before at our high school reunion.
Our class of ninety-six students was the third class in our school’s history. The facilities were meager although I’m not sure we much noticed at the time. There was no gym though and we had to cobble in practice times and game times in the odd spare hours of public schools nearby.
No locker room either. The football team would change in our biology lab.