Here was a town that I had passed through so many times before and on each occasion driving along its tiny main street, I was charmed by this dot in the desert and thought many times how interesting it would be to walk its streets and see up close what had been a blur on my annual trek to bigger places.
There's a high school in Lone Pine that has always intrigued me, and I found myself the next morning taking a stroll around its perimeter. It was officially my first day of retirement after 35 years of teaching high school, and there I was at 7:15 a.m. on a high school campus.
School hadn't yet started when a teacher saw me looking about and asked if I needed any help. In just a few sentences we established a professional connection, and he took the time to show me around the place.