I remember when I got my first cell phone. It was the fall of 2005. I also remember when it rang one day, while I was out for breakfast with my BFF Cortez. We were in Old Town, at a Mexican Restaurant. I was having enchiladas, and he was going to have a fit with me.
Mrs. Nelson was my fourth grade teacher. She was single, and almost 40. Back in those days, that was not common. Most teachers were either too young to be wed, or almost old enough to retire. Mrs. Nelson was neither. She didn’t fit the mold, in any shape or form.