At my birthday party Wednesday evening, another great Kellogg story popped up.
Miss Lucille Parsons was our high school speech teacher, an older woman and not street-wise.
Jerry Hill (may he rest in peace), brought her a plant one day for her classroom. She was tickled.
It grew, well, like a weed.
It was a marijuana plant.
From outside the classroom, through a window he'd opened, Jerry harvested its buds.
Somehow, Miss Parsons found out what the deal was.
She was furious.
The plant left, but the story remains.
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