Ah, Mr. Henry, my first 'man' teacher and best elementary school teacher at Hollywood Park! He saw me as a real human being. I know that sounds strange, but he was the first teacher I ever had that enjoyed me and truly valued me. As a Japanese American in those years, I often felt I wasn't accepted for being different. But he was beyond prejudice. I memorized "The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere" our weekly Friday recitations. He encouraged us, he told jokes, he let us play jacks inside the classroom when it was too hot to study (no air conditioning in 1964). He understood kids and I still have the autograph book he signed for me when it was time to move on to 7th grade. Family members, I know you know what a great person he was. He certainly made a difference in my life.