[dropcap]W[/dropcap]e were just getting ready for our daily walk to the post office, Goldie and I were at the corner of Meyer and Center Street in Kyle; it was late in the day, about 3:30 and a yellow school bus was rounding the corner. I looked up into the window and I thought the young man sitting there waved at me, so being a good neighbor, I waved back. 

We continued on our walk to the post office and it dawned on me that he wasn’t waving at me after all; he was giving me the middle fi...