Fiction | September 01, 1983

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Dear Professor Wally,

This is not a poem about a cat. It is my life. I graduated from high school during the height (depth?) of the depression. Three students in my class went to college. Although I was valedictorian (Latin: valedictus, bidden goodbye) and spoke on “The Promise of the Future,” I was not one of them.

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