Chapter 15
THE JANUARY TERM began, and we all knuckled down to our schoolwork. Norm and I worked what hours we could, and Zeb and Zeke, of course, scheduled as many work hours as their classes would allow. They cut a deal with George and Mike to buy George’s truck, and all of a sudden, we were a three-car family—which came in handy at times.
I experienced several milestones that spring: I was offered, and accepted, a job teaching at Florida State College at Jacksonville. I was to start in the fall term, subject to completion of my master’s degree, and best of all, I would be teaching at the Kent Campus, which was on the edge of Avondale, and easily accessible by bus; I learned that I was the successful low bidder on the contract to tune the practice pianos at UNF; and last, but certainly
