One day, not long ago (how many times can I start these stories with “the other day” or “a few nights ago”? it ain’t very original of me. how can I possible live up to the self appointed title “the next Mark Twain” if I keep using the same phrases over and over again?!?! ) I had to pick Jethro up early from school. Because all my kids have passed through this elementary school, the faculty there pretty much know me by sight. I thought about petitioning the school board to name the school after me, but…I’m not that vain. Actually, that’s not true at all. I am that vain. I’m just too lazy to do it.