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came when Peggy wheeled In were from kids who didn’t have time to get a third Big Mac or a fourth order of fries. . djl Stuffed with America’s favorite junk food, we loaded back on the buses for the final leg of our journey home. I grabbed a seat at the front and managed to catch a short nap. lulled to sleep by a broadcast of the Bullets game from John Henry’s radio. The disco addicts must have run out of batteries because we were spared repetitions of ‘‘Saturday Night Fever” on the ride back to Rappahannock. I would never have believed it on Friday’s ride down but voices raising “100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall” from the rear were the next best thing to silence.
The buses reached Rappahannock elementary school at 6 p.m. just as gusts of wind howled across Route 211 and sent temperatures plummeting. We had been spared snow in Williamsburg but home lay under a blanket of white. Luckily, the highway department plows had been busy and roads were cleared.
Cued by the teachers, all the kids flocked into groups to thank their chaperones. With parents back in charge, we were off duty at last. The adventure was over.
An Educational Treat
The seventh grade’s trip to Williamsburg was an educational treat for young and old alike. Of course, we had a few problems.
Mob rule took over occasionally as kids forgot that
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