There Is A Time
Reminiscence on Charlene and the Darlings
In 1974-75, I was in the third grade. I attended a new school that year after moving to a house just a few minutes on foot from my paternal grandparents’ home.
In my mind’s eye, I can see the street that ran past the school on one side, and a garage in front of which I saw the first school fight I can remember, two older kids punching and wrestling in …