Arthur L. Myers

I'm saddened to hear this. Art was in my eighth grade English class at Belleville Junior High. He stood out from his classmates with his enthusiasm, courtesy and intelligence. One day, I had to tell him not to sit on the counter, the only time I corrected him all year. "Yes, sir!", he said. Later, I wrote in his file—the one that follows students through school: "Art broke a rule one day. I didn't discipline him for fear that he would never break another one." A great kid, and, I'm sure,...