Porter and I went to a pretty great high school. Of course there were the normal tortures, but if you look back with nostalgia, it's a place where boys with shaggy hair and Vasque Sundowners would climb on desks to scream and argue Hobbes and Hume, we read - and understood - Toni Morrison, we challenged our rival school in an annual charity can drive so overwhelmingly successful that they had to bring in engineers to make sure the floor could support all the corn and beans...and we had Mr. Crawford, master silversmith. It's quite wonderful when you can make your own sterling silver jewelry in high school - and Mr. Crawford helped make these projects shine. He'd had polio as a kid, which affected one of his hands, but it didn't affect his brilliant craftsmanship. Porter took his class for five semesters (I, shouldered with the academic expectations of a first born child, was forced to take Calc 2 and AP physics and chemistry, while Porter spent her time at a buffing wheel). By the time you'd reached Jewelry 5, lost wax rings were a thing of the past - replaced by box construction and hinges. These were her two masterpieces - a zebra cuff and an envelope box. Just beautiful.