The little things define us

A few years ago, I found a small box in my mail from Bill Thompson, a classmate of mine from Palouse.

Bill and I, along with 13 others, spent all 12 years together out of a class of 24.

Needless to say, we were tight, and very close friends.

I opened the box when I got home, and inside was a small agate marble, and a note. The note said, “As God is my witness, this is a marble that I got from you...