Wednesday, December 22, 2010
My fondest remembrances are of a young Bobby Pinch who always sat behind me (Pin-, Pit-) in our years at Lynn Woods Elementary School. I remember his laughter and teasing when he naughtily poked me with his ink pen (yes, we had ink wells on our desks in those days). And Bobby frequently commented on my knocked knees when returning up the stairs to our classrooms after a fire drill.<br><div></div><br><div>My sincere condolences to his family.</div>
