Megan Stewart
It’s 1 p.m. on Tuesday afternoon, July 14, in an almost empty Sweet Home High School hallway.
Three women, of varying ages, gaze up at the endless wall of black-and-white senior class portraits lining the hall.
Suddenly, the women break into cheers and laughter. The oldest, a woman who looks like someone straight out of a banking magazine, side-hops underneath the photo of the Class of 1950 and points at the picture of…