by David Mas Masumoto
published in the Sacramento Bee, August 26, 2012
The start of school from the 1960s: waiting for the bus on a hot September morning, a cloud of dust kicked up as the yellow bus pulls into our farm driveway. Us kids were both excited and depressed that summer was over. But sometimes the bus was late, a week or two late. It all depended on the raisin harvest.