Flowerpot Justice
It is 1958. I am 10 years old in fourth grade at West Winfield Central School in upstate New York. My teacher, Miss Goldsmith, is standing at the front of the classroom with her hand on the shoulder of a new student. Little do I know but this student is about to change the course of my life.
“Class,” says Miss Goldsmith, “we have a new student joining us today. Her name is Sarah. She just moved
