It's a lazy summer day. Ian and Emily and I have "go to the public library" penciled in on our week's plan. Not that it means all that much; we never made it to "clean closets" yesterday. But we want to do this one. We do it each summer - our weekly jaunts to the library. Then, I get a request to participate in an interview on my campus, so our library time is cut a little short. No worries. We scramble through the shelves, searching for Kwame Alexander, Shannon Hale, and Gene Luen Yang. We find Real Friends along with I Am Fartacus and speedily check out, bolting toward my high school. The kids set up camp in my classroom, and I race-walk to the front office. Luckily, I'm a few minutes early, so I inhale and chat up the remaining summer staff folks. In the principal's secretary's office, I'm introduced to the new track and cross country coach, Chris, and immediately, I know I know him. He's a 2002 Hebron High School graduate - our fi