The soft whirr shuffling a deck of Bicycle cards to learn to play solitaire, takes me back to youthful days of long-ago games. In 1955, Marolynn became my best friend. She lived up the next block with her mother, and a couple years older, brother, Gordon. Overjoyed to be in the same classroom, we walked to school together. I had no doubt she was the smartest kid in class. Ignoring my new favorite teacher was easy as we whispered, muffled giggles, and passed notes. At home, the radio played “Rock Around the Clock” by Bill Haley and the Comets. I felt like a bird dancing on a branch, ready to fly. Change was in the air. The fifth grade shifted into a year of friendship discovery.