While my parents attended the then-new Regent College (my mother took a course led by H.R. Rookmaaker). I had been a bad little bad little boy in Grade public school. One afternoon our father took me aside and, demonstrating with twigs on the concrete sidewalk, said, "Now, your brother and sister -- your entire family -- are going one way and you are going another." I (mostly) straightened up after that.
That was the summer I was fixated on our babysitter, hippies, "The Unicorn" by The Irish Rovers, wax museums, the double-Ferris Wheel at the PNE and Big Jim's Jungle Adventure.
It's even scarier in my imagination!
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