Come Home to Riverside

Come home to Riverside Elementary where you learned to read, learned to play and launched yourself into the World.

Riverside Elementary! Remember the annual school carnival? Remember State Fair? Remember Field Day. Remember the cafeteria.

OK, forget the cafeteria. But, who could forget the "wonderful" meals we ate in that steamy auditorium? Boiled corn, splats of spinich, crispy fried chicken and the ever present dinner roll.

Years ago in a galaxy far, far away, we used to sneak dinner rolls back to the classrooms in our pockets. When the teachers weren't looking we'd squeeze a dinner roll into our pocket, extracting all of the air out of it. Later, in class we would take furtive bites out of our compressed rolls, keeping an eagle eye on the teacher least we be discovered.

Nothing tastes better than an illicit squashed roll eaten in class unknown to the teacher.

Ambrosia.