Two of my granddaughters are graduating from the second grade this month. This realization produced a major flashback of my own graduation from second grade at Jefferson Elementary in Sherman, Texas, in May of 1958. The last day of class we received our graduation certificates in a ceremony, followed by a picnic on the school grounds. As we gathered our sack lunches, I saw a vacant seat at the table, adjacent to CAROL ANN COFFEE! I had spent the entire school year worshipping Carol Ann Coffee from afar. She was always pleasant, but didn’t really give me much thought. I often sat on a bench during lunch watching her play or jump rope, daydreaming she would ask me to play with her. Not unlike Charlie Brown from “Peanuts” who imagined the little red-hair girl paying attention to him, I was transfixed with Carol Ann Coffee. She was taller than me, wore an abundance of petticoats and always appeared fresh and pretty. I loved her laugh, her eyes would spa