When grand daughter Shelby told me she got to bring her recorder home from school today, my dusty old mind immediately flashed on a cassette tape recorder. I couldn't imagine what she'd be doing with one of those. Maybe ancient technology relics show and tell. Then she showed me this beautiful little musical instrument that she's been learning how to play in music class. She played a couple of tunes and I recognized them, so the music lessons paid off. She's very proud of her recorder. Tomorrow she graduates from 4th grade. They won't have a formal ceremony--just recognizing the fourth graders and handing out awards for certain achievements. It will be her last class day at Capshaw. Thursday and Friday she and other fourth graders get to go to a camp and have some fun. Then it's off to middle school in late summer. As the song says, time keeps on slipping into the future.
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Remembering my little brother Rob who passed away three years ago today. They say time heals all wounds, and it does, but this one is going to take a while.
