Last week, my sister, Sylvia, called to invite my older brother and me on a trip to locate the house we rented near Flemingsburg, Kentucky from 1959 through 1961. Dad was a school teacher and moved around quite a bit as better paying jobs appeared. We lived in the Flemingsburg house longer than any other place I could remember prior to the Malaga, Ohio farm. I attended the first and second grades at Flemingsburg. A number of stories from my book, You Can't Push a Pig into a Truck: Everyday Leadership Lessons, happened there.