William Fulton’s mother was gracious enough to send me these pictures of the 6th grade Washington trip. I was supposed to go as a chaperon but my mother was ill and I did not want to be that far away from home so Gaye asked could she take my spot. Hindsight is 20/20…. now I wish I had those memories of Christian and the gang terrorizing the tour guide of Washington. Christian came home with all sorts of tall tales to tell but it was not the same as being there with him. I noticed in almost all of the pictures it was the same four boys together. Some of those same boys who had grown into men spoke at his funeral. He would have wanted nothing more than the old crew to hang out one last time.
