ROGER LYNNE TESSIER
Author of nine screenplays that have won numerous awards in competitions. I have also written, produced, and directed a Music Bio Documentary Film, which was accepted at eleven film festivals in the U.S.
It was that dreaded time of the year – back to school shopping week. The warm days of summer with its sweet smell of freedom lingering over every day like a fresh baked apple pie expelling its cinnamon scented aroma through the windowsill were counting down like a doomsday clock.
SECOND SATURDAY I was six years old when I figured out – with what unformed brain I had a the time - that my week consisted of two Saturdays. This all due to my forced attendance in the First Grade Class at Margaret Wellman Elementary School. It was the first time I experienced life outside the home mainly because in 1956 it was not yet fashionable or widespread for kids to attend kindergarten or even day care and as a result, my life until First Grade was an endless vacation. Ahh! Each day was a new one with the opportunity to just be a kid with no concept of time or responsibility. When I entered First Grade though, things changed. I learned quickly that Monday was the real start of my week - not Sunday as Dad's Olson's Feed and Grain calendars stated - and Friday was my new very best friend. That was the END OF THE WEEK in my mind. Then I had three days off until Monday returned.
Now and Then on the 7:15 from Barstow
NOW AND THEN ON THE 7:15 FROM BARSTOW NOW We successfully uncoupled the last of the passenger coaches just south of Victorville. The three of us watched as the trailing coach car with the last of the passengers slowly lost velocity and inched away from our locomotive like a lover’s bittersweet last embrace.