Six years before that, 1995, I met my best friend Jennifer. I had started my career as a drum major, having been chosen early that year to lead the Thompson Jr. High School Marching Band for my eighth grade year. I completed my Eagle Scout requirements that December, and received the honor the following February.
Six years prior, 1989, saw a rough transition from first to second grades, the pleasantness and understanding of Mrs. Urzanqui being replaced by the harsh bigotry of Mrs. Druey, a wicked old
Six years before, 1983, was the year I was formally adopted by my parents, Chuck and Sharon Rhodes. I'd lived with them since I was two months old (my arrival completely ruining their second attempt at a honeymoon in Hawaii), and the paperwork was certified by the court six months later. Circumstances easily could have been worse, and I doubt very much that they could have been better (with the exception of my parents not adopting my sister two years later).