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Preacher's Piece

When I was in the eighth grade riding the bus to school, my family was the last to get on in the morning and the last to get off in the afternoon. In the morning this meant we only had to ride the bus for about ten minutes, but the afternoon ride home was more than an hour. Few things are more annoying for a rambunctious kid than to have to sit on a school bus for seemingly hours on end every day.

It was such a long ride home, that my younger brothers and I decided it was better to walk the 3.2 miles rather than sit on the bus. Back then we didn’t need permission slips. We didn’t ev...

 

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