Barbara Florio Graham taught English in Latin's upper school from 1961-67.
I never had a bucket list. As I think back, I realize there were several things that could have qualified.
I rode an elephant.
I played "12th Street Rag" in a piano and organ duet with my later mother.
I visited the remote Canadian Sandy Lake First Nation in 1975, staying in a house with no electricity or running water, at a time when non-native visitors stayed at the nursing station.
I never dreamed that an old friend's bucket list would lead him to finally find me after a long search, 50 years after we were last in touch. Although we live 3,000 miles apart and neither of us is well enough to travel, he phones every month and stays in touch via email.
But now that I'm over 80, I have a "Kick the Bucket" list.