She was an odd child who always seemed to know what was happening. I recall standing with her in Clendenin Elementary School and hearing the fire alarm go off in town. “The high school is on fire,” she said. When I got home, my mom told me Herbert Hoover High (yes, the real name) had experienced a fire. “I know,” I said, “Belinda** told me.” She did this so often that this merely became the most extreme case of Belinda-ism,... Read more