I was in the 5th grade when I had Mr. Farr as my teacher. Mr. Farr came across as a kindly gentle man, almost a Mr. Rogers type. Not a mean bone in his body. He was my favorite teacher in the 5th grade. Then there was Mr. Atlas, my sixth grade teacher, who was a thin young man, decidedly Greek, with a full dark horseshoe mustache and a passion for life. Both men were interesting because they were full of wonder, and wanted us to be the same way. Many people were that way back then, and I think overall, it’s something we have less of today. Perhaps it still exists, and perhaps I’m not seeing it, because I’m not a parent?lWell these two men were my favorite teachers at the Springfield Armory Street School. It was American and ironic that our grammar school was named after the first...