I'm trying not to be seen as I peer through the sheer, bronze curtains in my living room.  I tell myself that I am not spying, I'm researching.   My house is directly across from a School bus stop and I’m watching a group of exuberant, laughing children with their new clothes and new backpacks, waiting for the bus to take them to their new classes.  Their backpacks make them look like two-legged camels and I imagine each sack is loaded with new notebooks and new, unbroken (and unchewed) pens