Karen Robison
Karen Pfeifer Robison, senior pic I am 16-years-old and a new student at Grand Island Central Catholic. My nine younger brothers and sisters and I have been plucked from the home, the neighborhood, and the school in Denver we've known all our lives to move to this obscure little town in the middle of Nebraska because of my dad's new job. On this first day of school, I am miserable and lost and can't find my way to the cafeteria. "It's down the hall to your right," says a voice as if reading my mind. Appearing beside me is a tiny little cheerleader in her cheer skirt and vest. "Be sure to come to the pep rally after school!" she smiles and dances away down the hall. I swear there are springs in her feet. Hers is the first friendly face I encounter, and quite suddenly I feel better. I can't possibly know on this warm September day in 1971 that the little cheerleader with springs in her feet will be my life long friend. Or that one day we will wor...