Two of Three

It was our eighth grade graduation. I was excited because it meant I’d be going ti high school and getting away from Mr. Fizer.

We were a fairly small class, 25 students total. Of that there were only eight boys so there was pretty good chance I’d walk alongside one of the girls.

I was right and it was Theresa Bostwick with whom I walk with that night.

When it came to confirmation into the Catholic Church, earlier that year we had decided between ourselves that we’d walk down together. Besides we were the only two Klamath kids in the group taking final lessons towards confirmation at the time.

Unfortunately, we weren’t able to walk down the aisle at our high school graduation together. That’s because school administrators had the ceremony set-up alphabetically and “B’s” didn’t mix with “D’s.”