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I taught 8th grade Science for 37 years. I got paid to be in 8th grade ( which is my natural age group) and blow stuff up for 37 years and nobody ever caught on to it! It was a dream job in a dream district, way ahead of its time. But, as they say, all good things must end. I broke up a fight my last year—what would end up being my last year and the reality of the changing times essentially made my decision to retire for me. The gentleman in the fight had a hunting knife taped to his leg. Bye We moved to Long Beach Island, New Jersey in 2007: it was my wife’s dream. I joined the gang permanently in 2010 after I retired. Mostly I took the dogs for walks, enjoying the fact that I did not have to work—which I had been doing since I was 11. I have always been a frustrated writer. I love reading: I love that people can tell a story that strikes a chord in others. A wonderful Philadelphia sports writer, Bill Lyon, once told me an appreciative audience is what a writer hopes most for. It coul…