“Class, single file,” Ms. Johnson shouted.
“Sammy, look!” Caleb elbowed Sammy in the ribs. On the side of a van, Caleb read:
NOW RECRUITING. THE SOUTH WILL RISE!
“Ma’am, you Yankees better have a good reason for bein’ heeyah!” the van driver yelled.
This was no reenactment.
Ms. Johnson quickly ushered the class back onto the bus.