I read the blogs written by classmates and our professor, interesting, what interests you all. Beverly, we got more in common. My Father was a fourth grade school teacher, Miss Johnson , I'm responding to your blog as well. My Father, was a Great Black Man, and a great fourth grade school teacher. There are people in south Philly, and all over the country that still remember and talk about him. You are right, there aren't many but I knew one really personally. Wish I had had the sense to give him the props he deserved when he was alive. But I do now. Thanks for the opportunity. It's a hard job doing a job, nobody appreciates you doing. Guess we all reap what we sow, though. I'm having a little problem seeing, so I'm signing off now, hopefully, the doc will see me tomorrow. Peace!