When my husband Larry was a little boy he was very, uh...active.
At age 6 he did typical boy things, like climb trees. But not just any tree, 90-foot trees. And he had to be rescued by the fire department.
Also, like most boys he was fascinated with fire. I won't say what he did when he was 7, but it was in the news and had something to do with a house.
At 13, he got caught by the city police driving downtown in his dad's Mustang, going the wrong way up a one-way alley. He and his friends were looking for the Stardust Burlesque Club to see Evelyn West and her $10,000 "treasure chest."
Still, knowing that his parents sent him away to summer camp for months at a time really bothered me. How could they? He was just an active, curious kid.
When he was a teenager he was sent off to boarding school. I guess the Principal's request that he not come back for his sophomore year had something to do with it. But what kind of parent does that? Okay, so he messed up a little. He was adventurous and needed a lot of stimulation. He couldn't have been that difficult.
When Larry was 13 he attended Hebrew School to become bar mitzvahed. Among the belongings of his old teacher who passed away was this letter, written to her by a substitute teacher. Someone found it and gave it to Larry last week:
"Larry Lipsitz, one of the worst troublemakers, refused to write one (an apology note)."
Summer camp for two months? Boarding school?
Now I get it.
My apologies - and sympathies - (and thanks) to his parents.
P.S. Love you, Honey :) I'm glad you turned out as well as you did.
P.P.S. I'm still cracking up that the teacher kept that letter for so long!
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