I organized a little ride down Main Street for my Sumner High School Class of ‘87 classmates during our hometown homecoming parade. We had a blast even though we ran out of candy at the very end and got heckled by a few kids (so Scott tells me–he was taking pictures from the street). Jeesh. Then we all went and ate pizza and walked to the high school football game. Sumner kicked some butt (they are 8-0 and ranked second in the state). Also saw my kid’s marching band go through part of their field show at half time. It was a very fun evening. 

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.