The Eccentric Writings of Michael Curry

                                                                                                               The year was 1965. At precisely 2:47 p.m., Joyce Taylor sat at her desk in the final row of Benson High School's senior classroom, her eyes drifting repeatedly toward the clock hanging above the blackboard. Each tick of the Seth Thomas brass hands carried her one second closer to freedom. The final bell would mark the end of twelve years of school and the beginning of a future she had dreamed about for as long as she could remember. Nursing school awaited her in the fall. Only a month earlier, she had been awarded a full scholarship. The letter remained folded inside her dresser drawer at home, though ...