Greetings from Poosey.
It says something about either the commencement speaker or my attention span to tell you that the only thing I remember about my high school graduation is the temperature in the gymnasium… and the woolen graduation gowns. I remember the wool. Today’s plastic commencement costumes breathe a bit and don’t stick so readily to the backs of sweaty 17-year-olds.
One more thing: I remember our high school