" I remember (with a great deal of detail) the 1977 NCCL graduation twenty years ago. The eight of us were awarded calligraphy poems that we had written (mine is hung in my den and I can recite it from memory). Immediately after graduation I remember Mary coming up and hugging each of us -- with tears in her eyes.
I remember all the fun with candle making the last week of school. You actually left me alone with a gallon of liquid wax!! I guess you never did find out what we did with all that wax...and I guess you never will!"
