One Last Penny
Indulge me for a moment while I tell you a story. A story that I am sure many versions of the same wish and hope exist across my small-town community. Mine began in 1995 and with what I can only explain as indoctrination. Indoctrination can be a bad word nowadays, but it was good as it developed pride, community, and a drive. I began school at Good Hope Elementary in 1995, where my two older brothers attended as a fifth-grader and junior. (It was a mercy of God to space out the Junkin children so teachers could have a significant break between us.) I fell in love with Good Hope and the Raider pride promoted throughout the school. I loved going to my brothers' games and cheering for them. I remember my brother Scott playing basketball at Wallace (well, at least warming up before the game 😉). It was the first time I had stepped into Wallace's basketball colosseum and saw the sea of multi-colored stadium seats. Pride always welled up in me when cheering for the Raiders, especial...