Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wissahickon High School is very large and very beautiful. I needed an escort to get out. A young man was called, and soon he appeared—in lime green leotards, bright red shoes, a Thing One wig (in black), gangly neck wear, and other necessary apparel. I tried to be polite. He tendered an explanation. "It's Fashion Disaster Day," he said. "I try to show a little school spirit." Then he offered to carry my bag and proceeded to hold open every door and walked me straight up to the front office, even though (at one point in our mile-long sojourn) I could find that for myself.
Manners, these days.
Thank you for the hospitality, Wissahickon High (and Jessi and the crew of WissLit).