Class of 71

What a day. My friend from Vancouver, WA, picked me up in Salem, and we attended our class of ‘71 monthly lunch in Roseburg. Jo Anne’s birthday, lots of stories to tell, and I sold nine books. The highlight was seeing my sixth grade teacher, Mr. Root, whom I have not seen in 60 years. He recognized me by name, even with now a beard, and my hair a shade darker than before. What a day. What great people I grew up with.