That spring night, my friend Bill parked on the tracks in front of a speeding freight train.
He was a sweet and sensitive man who chose to end his pain and the life that had betrayed him. Bill was the 6th grade teacher at Marine Elementary School during the 1970s and 1980s, a magic time for the school.

Days of gladness
Years of glee
Like torrents of spring
They flee, they flee. …Russian poet

Have you ever wished you could freeze a time and place? Keep at least the memory of it ever alive? I mean the colors, sounds and events, but mostly the people from a certain time in your life? If only we could have sprinkled some golden dust to keep the world as it was then, when it was in perfect balance. ……..Read more……

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