September 23, 2005
School Days, School Days...
Six autumns now it has been since the old building has welcomed the nervous fidgeting of rural scholars or heard their screams of delight at a playground recess. No paste, no scissors, no crayons or big fat black pencils. You can almost hear the loneliness as the relentless wind whistles around the old bricks.

*Harvest View
*Best of Today
*Wayback Machine
*How Do I?
*Today in History
*Calvin and Hobbes