Convoy of Kids

Shortly after I arrive at work, shouts of children come drifting down the street from a cache of kids riding their bikes to school.   A few minutes later the walkers come marching along with packs and purposeful steps chatting away.

Our business park is between their apartment complex and a daily dose of education. The school year will be over soon, but that doesn't discourage the children after months of car-pool rides released to the out-of-doors with adult in tow for good measure.

This same school was the recipient of my employer's generous years of tutoring, science fair judging, PTA support and thousands of copies provided for all of the first-grade booklets that I folded myself.

It feels good to hear happiness in a convoy of kids.