My sharpest memory of elementary school is a portrait of Anne Morrow Lindbergh at the end of the third grade hallway. It’s strange to think she didn’t know about the baby then, but when I used to walk by it, neither did I. She didn’t know that her child would become America’s biggest news since the Resurrection. She’s the only thing I ever come back to see, although if you asked me why I don’t know if I could tell you.
