I used to walk (ok, hustle) to school in Wenatchee, Washington. First, down Orchard Street to Orchard Middle School after we first moved to the U.S. (and after the kids recovered from their shock that I was the new girl from Jamaica and yet my skin didn't match their mental pictures). Then, from Utah Court over to Wenatchee High... but most memorably down the crazy driveway and back up the neighbor's horse access road to catch the bus in Sunnyslope. Like this*: It being the early 90s, I ... View Post