When I was in sixth grade, I won $100 in a poetry contest sponsored by Gwendolyn Brooks. Ever since I was convinced I would make my fortune by writing. Thirty years later I’m still pursuing that dream.
When I was in eighth grade, I wanted to learn karate and play guitar. I was too scared of the karate instructor and I quit guitar after two lessons. This year I have finally started to play, and I’ve gotten good enough that my wife and children don’t need to wear earplugs around the house. Next year I’m going to learn to punch through a concrete block.
Barf Harbor, Maine (No, that isn’t a typo.) Suffice it to say, we didn’t see any whales though most of the passengers did go belly up. If you would like all the details, read “Barf Harbor” on my blog for the whole story.
Highland Park, Illinois. Hey, we all have to be from somewhere.
As a child, I often failed to stand up for myself. When I did get in fights, I lost. During the last debacle in the middle of math, I got punched in the mouth and my cheek snagged on my braces. It still hurts.