Last Monday I was a first grader for about ninety minutes. How cool is that! While visiting family in the city where I spent all but one of my years as an elementary school student, I was asked by my great-niece Isabella to walk with her in the end of the school year parade. This parade has been a tradition in that city for many years and children, and teachers look forward to it with much enthusiasm. I first waked in it well over 50 years ago, and, as I joined them heading toward Main Street last Monday, I realized how some things in life never change.