Leslie Johnstone Grice

I doubt there is anyway that I'd make it back to Virginia for the reunion. I wish I could. I know Franklin is very different since I last visited, but I will always be homesick. If I'd landed in Florida, it might not be so hard!

Oh, this is the section in which I had the opportunity to bore you. The other was focused on developmental stages it seems. Well, yes, I was born in the '80s, but had such academic difficulties I was held back; way back. That is how I graduated with the class of 1973.

I recall many funny events. But, I can't share them to protect the identities...joking. No I'm not. Actually, by the time we graduated, I felt we had a diverse group of personalities that meshed because understanding and acceptance of differences was steering us in a new direction.
It seemed to be a friendly atmosphere. Or was I not paying attention? I am joking. That is how I remember 1973. I will never forget our Senior Night (not sure of the title). We put on some short skits that still make me laugh. Any one recall Mitzi's attempt to bring burlesque' into the football training program? She lead there clumsy, yet sincere attempt to master that art. That night just popped into my mind. There are too many stories; funny, sad, and interesting. The gossip mill was kinda fun too!