Gleaning Facenbook: Art Carter

One of the great joys of being a old geezer retired teacher is reconnecting with those little fourth and fifth graders when they are twenty-, thirty-, forty-, fifty-, and (gulp) even sixty-somethings. At the library on Tuesday as I was getting set-up to tell ghost stories, Art Carter came out to introduce himself. His child-bride was a sweet little elementary ball-of-fire named Michelle, when I taught her, who now goes around pretending to be all grown up and dignified and a teacher herself. I've run into her a couple of times recently. What a joy to finally meet Art. Seems like a good guy.

He better be!