It started with driving an hour or so to Clute, Texas, to pick up a couple of boxes of my books from the Intermediate school. I'd spoken there a few weeks earlier, and had left the books so a few students could buy copies the next day. Clute isn't that far from where I live now, in Sugar Land, and it's more or less part of my my old stomping grounds. It wasn't much of an imposition to make the drive.
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