One year ago this week, I was saying goodbye to a 28-year career as a public school music teacher.

If you really want to get technical about it, it was more like a 45-year career in education: getting up, going to school, moving whenever a bell rings, from kindergarten until the last day of the twenty-eighth year of service. Some would call it being institutionalized, but I rather enjoyed the rhythms of the daily schedule. I knew as I walked out the doors of Tallassee High School that I would miss that part of it, and certainly the pomp and pageantry of small-town high school life. I also knew I’d never enjoy lunchroom delicacies like the crispito ever again.

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