THE YEAR WAS 1965, or so I think…   Back in fifth grade Mister Otto was probably one of the most adored fifth grade teachers of all. To my dislike, I didn’t have him. (I won’t tell you about the teacher I had…) He was young, handsome, confident, and you will soon see, funny. So here I am, a shy girl of nine or so, not having the young, handsome, confident, funny – and extremely loveable Mr. Otto as my…..

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