
I didn’t
like school. I did as little homework as possible. I participated in
class only under duress from the nuns. Before sixth grade, I wasn’t
even much of a reader. My reading was limited largely to baseball magazines,
the daily sports page—usually carefully read over a chocolate egg
cream in the local candy store—and the backs of baseball cards old
and new. I was captivated by those color pictures of men wearing five o’clock
shadows and baggy pants. Luckily for me, however,
I discovered the Hardy Boys. Frank and Joe set
me straight about the joys of reading.
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