I recall when I was in grade 9 (many, many years ago) walking to the bus depot after school on Friday to catch a bus to Edmonton where my uncle would pick me up and take me duck hunting on Saturday. My suitcase was in one hand and my cased shotgun in the other. Both had spent the afternoon stored in the principal's office. He was perfectly happy to do this for one of his students. I simply picked them up from him and walked down to the bus depot about two blocks away. No big deal. This happened two or three times that fall as I remember.
Those were happier times.
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