Date:         Thu, 12 Oct 2006 11:26:32 -0700
Reply-To:     Florian Speier <groups.florian@GMAIL.COM>
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From:         Florian Speier <groups.florian@GMAIL.COM>
Subject:      Re: Teenagers and Vanagons
Comments: To: samc <samc@surfglobal.net>
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On 10/12/06, samc <samc@surfglobal.net> wrote:
>
>   Every day, as we would drive into the school's neighborhood, he would
> begin bending over to tie/re-tied his shoes, and stay hunched over ... until
> I stopped ... Then, his door wood fly open, and he would roll out ... onto
> his feet, still hunched over, with his back pack flung in front of his face,
> between his head and the front of the school .... quickly stand and begin
> brushing his clothes as though he had somehow tripped ... He was always
> embarrassed when some of his friends would yell, Hey Mr. "C!" and, I'd wave,
> smile and answer their questions about soccer, the VW ... whatever ....



well, I have to add a story to this. As some of you know, I recently
married, and my wife grew up on a ranch in southern Oregon.  Now, the kids
pretty much get picked up  in watever vehicle  the person that picks  up
works in at the time when school is out (school is about four miles down the
highway.  While they considered it to be unlucky when they were picked up in
the DUMPTRUCK (a frequent occurence) they made the news at school when they
were picked up in a ford f-250 with a dead cow on the pickup bed.........

flo