Carla’s parents would be home any second.  We had stripped her bedroom of valuables, which included black light posters.  Our $50, ‘61 Chevy station wagon had been resurrected from the near dead with love and the addition of curtains.  With gentle coaxing and a cable massage I got six of her eight cylinders firing. “Let’s get out of here, before they get back!”Me and dog looking for...

High school is hell, but a high school bully, self-named Danger, contributed more than his share to my hell on earth.  Not just in school.  Everywhere.  Even my after school jobs.  I longed for revenge. After school jobs were easy to get in the 60’s.  Job hunting meant getting three jobs in one day and picking the best.  The winner was a drug store.  A sixteen year old’s dream: being able to gaze and...

According to the ad on the back cover of my comic book I could get a working model train for selling only 12 boxes of Christmas cards.  It didn’t occur to me that selling them in a Jewish highrise could be a problem.  They opened their door to a four foot kid, sweating beside a four foot carton of cards I pushed in and out of the elevator.  They felt sorry for me, probably because they thought I was an idiot. ...