Signs of Hope

Novato, where I grew up, is at the “other end” of Marin from the one you probably know about, the end that produced Taliban Johnny. I was in the first class of 7th graders ever at then Sinaloa Jr. High, which is now Sinaloa Middle School. Seems there’s a Boy Scount troop there which arranged a nice homecoming for a couple of our soldiers, showing just how far Novato can get from Mill Valley on a good day.