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CAPE GAZEWFE, Friday, September 27 - October 3, 1996 - 23 CAPE LIFE Seniors from around state make Rehoboth home for a day Above, Go,,,. Tom Carper starts off the Senior Beach Day in Rehoboth Governor's Walk Fri. day, Sept. 20 accompanied by members of the Cape Henlopen JROTC Color Guard. Those who participated in the walk donated $4 each to Meals on Wheels - Delaware. Below, It. Gov. Ruth Ann Minner greets Chuck Lane and Kate Smith, both of Lewes's Huling Cove, during Beach Day qJ9, which was sponsored by the Division of Services for Aging and Adults with Physical Disabilities and Sussex County Senior Services (CHEER). Above, Cape High student government officer Karlin Maull shares a laugh with Evelyn Doncaster of Wilming- ton, while at left, Jack Sigler of Lewes says ahhh,  per- haps preparing for one of the many free health tests being offered. Below, Helen Brady Lind of Milford, a member of the Grandpa Jammers, belts out a tune on the Bandstand. Photos by Angle Moon [ I Branded for life by a ride on the bus thing about going to high school was if you rode the bus. You could put your sweater on back- wards, wear your pants up to your arm pits and have half a dozen ink pens oozing out of your shirt; but AROUND TOWN Starting school always creates some form of anxiety. And this is the: time of year when stom- achaches start, some child is dis- covered still on the bus at mid- night, packed lunches are left on the kitchen counter and, "how was school?" is automatically followed by "the tcacber hates me." For most parents, the beginning of the school year is usually word- some. Putting your child in the care of an institution is difficult, unless you have a teenager in high school. That being the case, an institu- tion is where you always thought they belonged in the first place. Parents of teenagers greet the start of school as if the dentist called to say their appointment for a root canal had been canceled. In my day, the only un-cool if you rode the bus, you were defi- nitely out of it. And to make matters worse, the bus always dropped off those poor, unfortunate, branded for life, stamp club aficionados right at the front door, in full view of the entire student body that was totally looking cool hanging around with spit curls plastered to their heads and collars turned up so high they resembled some sort of junior imperial wizard. No, the coolest way, back then, to get to school was by car. I remember I had a friend whose older sister often dropped us off. I couldn't wait to be just like her: 40 years old, unmarried, living with her parents and slaving ten hours a day at a menial job; but she had a car and long black leather gloves. To me, that's all that mattered. Now, my brother took the James Dean, "East of Eden" route. I think my parents bought him a car when he was like eight years old. In any case, they were always encouraging him to "take the keys and just leave!" By the time he was in high school, he was on about his fifth car. And it was always packed with girls. Yes, girls to the left, girls to the fight, girls hanging off the hood, girls packed in the trunk until some days it resembled a human float in a Miss America paradel My brother had two goals in high school: to wash his car as often as possible and to stand around combing his hair. Let's just say my parents knew that in later years when they called him, they would never hear "Please hold for the Senator." But what about those elemen- tary years? There is fear, tension, playground pressure, separation anxiety and a dreadful longing to stay at home where it is safe. O.K., so that's just for the teach- ers, but it's still difficult for par- ents to send that little one off for the day. In another month, those young- sters will hit their stride and stom- achs will return to normal and you can return to dreaming about peo- ple like Keanu Reeves. Okay, so that's what I do ninety percent of the time; thinking about a guy whose name I can't even spell. Trust me, all too soon, there will come a day when your child would rather eat dirt than to be caught seen with you dropping them off at school in a car. So enjoy the con- trol now. Nancy Katz