Yesterday I was blessed by a visit from a childhood friend. "Gordy" and I grew up throwing rocks at each since we were six. Naturally we started telling stories on each other. He reminded me of the time that we almost caused "Bessie Carson's" nervous breakdown, in early high school:

Our classroom was ground level of the three story building. Every morning, Ms. Carson would sit at her desk up front and take the attendence roll. All absentees would receive a special card. After she took roll, she would leave the classroom, carry the "special cards" to the office, stop in the boiler room for a quick cigarrette, and return to the class.

One morning Gordy and I organized all the boys. As Bessie left the room, we all leaped out the windows and hid outside. When she returned she was greeted with a classroom of girls. She shook her head and sat down and made out all new absentee slips.

When she left the classroom to carry these new absentee slips to the office (and have another cigarrette) all us boys climbed back into the room through the ground level windows and were sitting at our desks when she returned.

Shortly after that learning experience, Gordy and I were sent to two different room and teachers!

How about you ... any stories? CHEERS, Bob