As a kid, I moved around a lot, so most of my memories are fractured pieces of this and that that often don’t fit together correctly.  But, on this day every year, I have a flood of memories that come back to me from a tiny town called Bourbon, Missouri, where I attended 3rd and 4th grade. Our music teacher, Mr. Tetley, coordinated a May Day celebration every year that included the Maypole Dance, performed by … Read entire article »