The Severed Cortex

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I wish the reporter would stop calling it Cruthersville. It's CAruthersville.
What they don't mention is that the high school was moved. Twice. Once just a block (or so) away within the first couple years of being built, and then again to the other side of town in the 1930's. Our class had the high school sign built, replacing some piece of crap sign left over from the 1950's. Ours was all brick and solid. I forgot to look to see if it was still standing when I rolled through there a couple weeks ago. There was also a memorial with bricks that were engraved with our names. I think one for my sister and one for me, but maybe we were both on the same brick. I'm sure that thing was smoked in the tornado.

Some random thoughts about that high school

Shooting hoops in the gym.
The band room and spending a lot of time sitting next to Jerrianne Malone.
Our primitive system for cheating on tests in physics.
Any math class with Mr. Wilson, an albino math savant.
The trampoline on the 2nd floor.
Neely Mitchell's hall pass, which was one large turkey foot.
The couple of plays I performed in.
The Gordon twins fighting the Constant brothers. It was a bloody slaughter.
Black History Assembly, followed by an informal rebel march at lunch.
Asking Mr. Jones did he say he was meeting a queer down at the truckstop. He answered with f u Moore.