“After I resigned as director of the CDC I moved back to my home in Ann Arbor. I live across the street from this old elementary school. The district closed it this year. It’s no longer needed, as the youngest children have aged out and moved on to middle school. It’s one of those beautiful old structures from the last century – a colonial revival. I think it’s an Albert Kahn building, erected back when cities took pride in the appearance of their public structures. Anyway, it’s gorgeous and a thing to behold. I used to imagine that it was the kids who kept that old building happy, like an old man bouncing grandchildren on his knee. It used to make me smile seeing that colorful jungle gym thirty feet away from those ancient, ivy-covered walls.
It’s so quiet over there now, but I remember back in my writing days when it was necessary to shut the windows of my office to block the shrieks and laughter coming from the playground. I used to time my progress to the recess bells.
That old school and I have a lot in common in that we’re both relics from a bygone era, and I’ve gotten sentimental in my old age.
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