Tattoos

I was in the office today, putting some files away. There are two inmate clerks who work there (no idea what they did but it is a Level 4 prison). Xerox guy has "Clara Street" tattooed on his neck. I asked him "Clara Street? Are you from Cudahy?" He looks at me like I had just tasered him--yeah, why? How did I know Cudahy?

I only taught there for ten years. Once they set the city on fire, after the Rodney King verdict, I decided to move out. Too violent, too volatile, too explosive. Once the Popeye's Chicken place is set on fire and the looters are carrying stuff out of the market where I did my shopping? It just sorta wasn't where I wanted to live anymore.

So Xerox Boy looks at me and says"Miss Bridge?" The other clerk, Staple Guy, looks at me and says, "Miss Bridge?" Turns out I had on Xerox Boy in class and my sister in law had the other one. Xerox Boy went on to be in Miss A's class--whom he remembered VIVIDLY. "Miss A, you remember her. She had like, yeah red hair and was real purdy, She wore these really great shoes."

I need to email Miss A. She still teaches in a real school.