Last night I received a phone call from a fellow who was a retired teacher. He had been digging through a box of old treasures and came across three very old drawings I had done in my eighth grade class in the 1966/67 school year. He took the time to do a search of my name on google and easily located me. A little more searching found my current phone number. On his reminding me of the drawings I remembered him asking for them so many years ago. They were done as part of a writing assignment and he thought them impressive enough to add to his collection. The drawings bear my signature of the time and 2-B, the letters of my home classroom. The drawings brought back plenty of memories from those junior high school days. It is fun to remember on occasion. It was the next year I did my first commercial art (painting store windows for Christmas) and discovered a sizeable wage could be made doing what I loved to do for fun.