Something big was going on down at Dr. Strait’s old homeplace.
Since it was only three houses up Chesterfield Avenue toward town, I decided to mosey down there to see what all the commotion was about.
After talkin’ to some of the working fellas, one of ’em spilled the beans.
“Son, they’re gonna build a brand new grammar school right here on this hill,” he said.
Boy, that was good news for me. It meant I wouldn’t have to go across town to Central School.