"ALL classes!  ALL classes!"

Some of us could've gone straight to College such was the rigor of our education at St. Patrick's.  But the world had high school in mind for us first.  By the time Spring turned into the early days of summer we were all splitting up mostly and that was hard since many of us had been together since first grade.  Our school had afforded us the opportunity of being just as much family as neighbors can be in an academic setting.

We brought him with us to Connecticut.

It was a hard move.  Mama gave us all a detailed list of the sorting that needed to happen ahead of time so that when we got "there" we could just settle down.

She packed and color coded and masking taped and packed and bossed us around in high order for a few weeks.  We loaded up our house into a truck.  And then we had to load up Mama's Workshop (studio) in with the house.  And just when we thought there couldn't be any more wheels taking us away from our home, here came Uncle Reinie in an Uncle Reinie car with swivel seats and more stuff in it and all over the place than any of us had in our rooms at the time. 

He'd come from the Mid West, drove straight through, probably needed sleep.  His shorts were too sexy since they were exposing...

muscles

his BUTT!

Mama told him she'd get him some fruit punch so he could straighten himself up and he pulled up his tube socks.  The white vinyl swivel seat behind the steering wheel was smushed and hot like the engine when we climbed inside and imagined leaving in the morning.