D E Larsen DVM
It was the fall of 1980.
As a newly elected school board member, I’d been asked before to attend a volleyball game and was starting to feel guilty about not getting to one.
“Doc, I’m telling you: You guys need to get over to the high school and watch these girls play volleyball,” Bob said. “They are playing well, and they will go to state this year.”
“You’re probably right, Bob,”…