I lived in Renner and rode the bus 8 miles each way to school everyday. For a while, Mr. Newton was our bus driver. One morning we were running late and Mr. Newton was in a hurry to get us to class.

Up ahead, a large hog stepped out in front of the bus and Mr. Newton hit him, dead on, leaving the hog spinning in the middle of the dirt road. Mr. Newton never slowed down and as far as I know, this was never mentioned at school. The bus load of us kids, however, hooted and howled all the way to school. Great days but not forgotten.

Rockie Gaddie