My 7th grade typing teacher died a couple weeks ago. The rumor going around is that his friends left him at a bar and he decided to walk home... across the freeway. Which didn't work out to his advantage. Obviously.

He couldn't have been more than 40, and was actually probably more like 35. I had a big crush on him in 7th grade, as did almost every other girl in my class.

I'm sorry for the loss.

Rest In Peace, Mr. Duvall.