Maybe it’s just my naivety, but I long for the days of Ruby Howard.
Miss (not Ms.) Howard was not some former Hollywood silent screen star, nor was she a financial or political guru of the past.
Miss Howard was simply my ninth grade Social Studies teacher.
The simplicity of the 1950s, over a half-century ago, seems like another world and it almost appears we’ve been on a downward spiral ever since.
We’ve had some moments of greatness offset with many moments that we’d just as soon forget.
When I think of Miss Howard, I recall...