Karen Bostic Perlmeter
I never actually had Mr. Gaylor (I had Mrs. Wiles and Mrs. Bunz), but of course we all knew who he was and loved him. I didn't drive my junior year and we went to Detroit for a DECA trip. I remember him picking me up at my grandparents' house in the wee hours of the morning to take me to the airport, not only as a favour to my parents, but because he was just a nice guy. It's the little things like this that become big things and make him known and remembered for the remarkable person he is. Bless you Mr. Gaylor. Enjoy your retirement.