Folks who treasure their punctuation should not read this blog, because besides from the proper use of a period, I pretty much make the rest up..some things escaped my grasp in those Catholic elementary school years, diagramming sentences sent my brain to it’s imaginary place, usually a scene from the TV show “Emergency” where I fantasized Randolph Mantooth rushing into the classroom and rescuing me from the musty, hot hell that was Our Lady Of Victory School. It has been curious to me in recent years how much I think about those OLV days , a 1970’s strange brew of traditional nuns and hippie mini-skirted teachers. The church was having an identity crisis, too busy fighting over whether or not we should be allowed to touch the host or stick our tongues out at Communion to notice if I was using my semi- colons properly. So, while church table manners were being debated, there was no debate about discipline. My left ear still hurts from Sr. Marie Antoinette (not kidding), dragging me by it and literally throwing me by it into the hallway, because I didn’t memorize my time tables. To this day, I am amazed that she could launch a child by using only an ear..impressive. I actually tried dragging my son by his ear once, it’s way harder than it looks. I had, what my mother described back then as a “spirited” personality..I can still hear her..”damn schools don’t know what to do with a kid who has spunk”. Thanks Mom, I love you, but I was probably a bit of an asshole at times. When it was time to move on to High School , my English teacher, Mr. Galluzzo, happily held the door for me. I will never forget what he wrote in my little autograph book, “There is only thing in life that will help you. A muzzle. Use it.”. No thanks, Mr. Galluzzo, I’ll pass.