[golux]

Bells Mill. I Never learned a thing about the Founding Fathers but boy, when it came to Harriet Tubman I could lecture for hours!

The other memorable event was the time we were asked to find, key, identify, paste-to-posterboard and do a little verbal shenanigan on the leaves of no less than fifty different kinds of "flora." Now I was a pretty smart kid, even in fourth grade, but the project was assigned in December, in snowy, barren Washington, and due after the Christmas holiday.

The kids were absolutely distressed... The parents were beside themselves, digging through the snow for weeks looking for leaves...

I did manage to get all the leaves. I was the only one who did.

My mom owned a flower shop on P and 21st.

And she was PISSED.

So you should of seen the eyes of the kids when I pulled out these huge, exotic flowering rainforest species, pointed out the window, and told the class, (as carefully instructed,) "Aww, yeah, there's a whole bunch of these down by Cabin John Creek..."

[Kenny Bunk]

This noise was not "fighter jets". It was atmospherically "bounced" noise coming from the old Hagerstown Speedway on Route 40, just east of the old bridge.

When the Coriolis Effect intersects with altered Jet Streams and the Aurora Borealis, the engine noise from the Old Speedway bounces off the slopes of South Mountain and can set off burglar alarms as far off as Wilmington, NC.

It is this strange concatenation of physical phenomena that used to so disorient the young naval pilot John McCain that he would often become lost over the Chesapeake. I believe he was emotionally involved with Harriet Tubman at the time.