Beneath the Wraps

             Something that irks me more than anything is when my integrity is questioned – especially when it is by one who knows me – or I thought knew me. I can think of only one example though I know that more exist.   The one example I can think of happened so many years ago it’s a wonder I do remember it.           I was working for Standard Brands at the time.   My position was cashier and I took a clients money, set it on top of the register, counted back her change, removed the ten dollar bill from the top of the register, checked out the letter and first three digits of the serial number (a trick my brother had taught me) and then she told me that she had given me a twenty.   I looked at the only twenty in my drawer and compared the serial number to what ten laid on top.   She had given me a ten – not a twenty.   But she went over my head and got a manager who seemed to...

             Lockdowns, shootings and bomb threats were unheard of during my youth - not in my neighborhood.   It was such a foreign concept by yesterdays standards.   Today it is the beginning of norm.             We were living in West Valley.   Jenna was in the fifth grade. I had been working on the scrapbook that I mention here .   I find it ironic that I had come to a page to explain about how life was then, and what makes her life experiences different from my own when I received a computerized phone call from the school.   The school was on lockdown and no one would be coming in or going in until whatever cause for lockdown was lifted.             As it turned out, there had been two teenage girls in the area who had been going from residential door to door to steal what they could from houses that seem...