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When I think of Scooter, I think of that little blue-eyed stinker who always seemed to be in the middle of things, the city pool on a day he was being escorted out by a haggard lifeguard after an afternoon of "scooter-pooter" mischief, as one of my precocious middle school students, then as a young man who had matured, settled into a good job, and was proud to be a daddy.
Not too long I saw Scooter on two separate occasions. The first was at a local coffee shop. I couldn't get over...
Toni Stanton
September 04, 2008 | Gulf Shores, AL