Reminiscing alumni boarded the, “Carlos Snyder Elementary Demolition Tour,” bus describing moments of both happiness and sadness, as it prepared to pull away from the now half demolished elementary school. The tour bus, a refurnished old yellow was equipped with televisions above each new faux leather bench seat. Regarding the televisions, Ray Gibson murmured, “Nothing like those in my day! If you wanted entertainment, you looked out the window!” “The school’s roof always leaked” remarked Ed Miller recalling placing pots to catch rainwater with his older brother Jimmy, who later died in Vietnam. “Anyone rememeber getting under desks in Mrs. Henderson’s class for nuclear attack drills?” asked Tim Burns. Sally Henderson reminisced the first time she saw a television in a classroom was the day President Kennedy got shot. A group returning from a walking tour was positive they had heard children playing jump rope in the now forested playground. The accounting sent a chill through most on the tour bus, who then turned their view towards the school in hopes of catching a ghostly apparition in one of the few remaining windows not broken. Each alumnus took their turns offering up stories of that grade school day immortalized by either a teacher or fellow student whom had committed that one particular act of kindness, punishment or embarrassment they never forgot.  Few remembered learning cursive, but all had a favorite teacher. One old professional, leaning on a cane, teared up recalling a spilled carton of milk, which turned into his first fight that led to his only lesson in corporal punishment in twenty years of formal education. As the bus collected its now aged group of students and made its final way out of the parking lot, Bill Massey, chanted,” Schools out, schools out; teacher let the fools out!”