Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile of so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a redneck sort of place, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
This is an installment about my fifth grade teacher and Boy Scout leader. I was a bit hesitant to write about this, as I am not sure that he is quite dead yet, but my doing the maths places his age at at least 80 years, give or take a couple. The last part of the post may be disturbing for some, and is not suitable for little ones.
I attended Hackett School from the end of first grade through the seventh grade. The school was quite dismal at the time. In all fairness, the district has greatly improved over the years, I am told, so any comments about it are strictly from those days from around 1964 to 1970.