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This summer has been a Superman Summer – faster than a speeding bullet.  Seems no sooner than J.J. said we had the whole summer ahead of us, it’s over.
            J.J. left right after school for Nashville, Tennessee.  Every year he goes to visit his grandparents for the summer.  I miss him something awful.  But the last week in June, Estelean and I went to the church camp down in the Ozark Mountains.  We both came home sun-baked and covered with mosquito bites.  We spent the 4th of July at a picnic in Forest Park.  Then she went to Mississippi to visit her aunt and cousins.
            Mama and I rode the train to Memphis and spent a week visiting with both sets of grandparents.  None of my Tennessee cousins are going to integrated schools in September.  I guess the Supreme Court hasn’t gotten to Tennessee yet.
            Come the first week in August, a letter from the school district arrives.
            Mama opens the letter and reads it standing in the middle of the living room floor.
            “What’s it say, Mama?”
            “We have an appointment to meet with a Mr. Randolph Keggley on Tuesday, August 10th, at 12:30.”