Left-handed compliments

Years ago, when the first day of school rolled around as it invariably does, a brand-new group of bright-eyed students sat in their seats waiting for me to start the day. As we filled out the million forms required each year, I strolled about the room answering questions when I could. One young lady said to me as I approached her desk, “My mama says she used to know you, that you two went to school together in Hazlehurst.”

“That’s entirely possible,” I smiled at her. “I went to school in Hazlehurst. What’s your mama’s name?”