The walk to school was dreary and gray since the sky still hadn't cleared. It was late September, and the maples were beginning to turn red, orange, and yellow. But it was hard for George to tell on a rainy day like this one. He raised the hood on his jacket to avoid the drizzle and hiked the two miles to Stafford Regional High School. He'd done it so often that he could walk it with his eyes closed. But George could neve...