Love Child
[June 1951 — Pittsburgh, PA] The final bell of the school year rang. My best friend Ricky and I jumped up and raced out the door, with the traditional schoolboy chant. ‘No more classrooms, no more books, no more teachers’ dirty looks!’ Ricky turned to me and grinned. ‘Guess what, Timmy? When school starts again, we’ll be seniors. We’ll finally be on the top of the totem pole!’ I grinned back. ‘Right on, Ricky! I can’t wait!’ When I got home, there was an air of excitement in the house. ‘I...