As Dad, Steve Dettman and I were enjoying breakfast at Eva’s last Saturday morning, my High School English teacher entered the diner with her husband, the retired school district superintendent, and their two sons who had arrived in town for Easter. She spotted me right away and walked over and gave me a big hug, making me feel like I was her class pet though it’s been over three decades since I sat in her class. Out of the blue, Dad mentioned to her that he and I had “attended the previous night’s Good Friday service” and then something about “still trying to get me to understand the difference in the usage of the words lay versus lie.”