few cards and maybe cupcakes.
By Wednesday, it had grown into half the town.
Teachers wanted to be part of it. So did the principal. The high school art club offered to make a banner, and the bakery downtown said they would donate a cake.
One dad volunteered to fold tables.
Another said he had a sound system.
Somebody’s teenage daughter designed flyers that read: “For the man who remembered all of us.”
Even people with no children at the school wanted to come because they had experienced Walter’s kindness
