I am sad the TURTLE died!
Those of you who know me pretty well know that I have always had a “soft spot” for “turtles,” especially those we once quite often saw walking along the country roads and even highways— we called them “box turtles.” Before I was married, when I lived on Pacific Street near the cemetery and railroad tracks and mobile home park, with the help of “secret” English students at FHS, I once amassed a collection of 13 at one time in my large, wooden “turtle box.” (Thank you, Wayland, Ricky, Mark, and Jimmy!)