I just want to pay tribute to one of the best teachers I had during my school years. I was in his class for 6th grade, way back in 1953-1954. He was very tall, and kind but oh boy, if you misbehaved in his class, watch out. I mostly remember his kind and gentle spirit. In those days, the teachers sometimes made extra money driving a school bus before and after school. He was one of those who did. He wasn't my school bus driver, but he drove the bus route where my friend Judi (she is coming from San Diego today to go on the cruise) lived. So whenever I happened to go home with her, I rode that bus. Several years ago the school district had an open house of the high schools and all the grade schools. We went to Pacific Lutheran University and caught buses (yes yellow school buses) and were driven around the district and could get off and on where ever we wanted. Barbara and I climbed on one bus and who was already sitting there, it was Mr Storaasli. I'm sure he didn't recognize us from all those years ago, but we recognized him instantly. We had a wonderful time reminiscing with him and once we got to our grade school (Midland) we had someone take a picture of the three of us. Lester Storaasli was one teacher that will always stand out in my mind as a kind, gentle person from my past. I'm sorry that I will miss his service, which is scheduled for this coming Saturday.