I had a letter from one of my former students yesterday. He signed it, "Your Old Student (Yes, I'm 50), Karl." It seems like yesterday that he was one of the Boys and Girls, as Hunter liked to call them.
It was the mid-70's, and I was teaching journalism and advising the yearbook and newspaper at Fayetteville High School while LBeau was finishing a masters degree at the University of Arkansas. Hunter was two, going on three.
At deadline time, the Boys and Girls would often come over to our house to work on layouts or write copy, and Hunter became their mascot. His Little Tykes table and chairs doubled as a copy desk.
When he turned three in February, 1977, the Boys and Girls threw him a birthday party. The invitation was handwritten on my classroom chalkboard.
It's hard to believe that these "kids" have hit the Big 5-0. In fact, I ran into one of the Girls a few weeks ago in Fayetteville. Debbie certainly didn't look 50, so maybe that means I don't look old enough to have been their teacher. At least I can hope.