It was autumn of 1950. The early morning sunlight splattered onto the grass and walks of the quadrangle formed by the high school buildings. The students crossed this space but did not linger there. The upper grade girls assembled on the senior wall that ran along the main walk into the main classroom building. A …
I became aware that I had mentioned my imaginary friend, Gumbye, in a previous story without introducing him to you, my readers. Let me do so now. I was five years old and pretty much an only child having a three-year-older sister who had figured out that her life was better without me. Other than …
During Jesuit Theology class at Loyola High School one warm afternoon in 1947, Father Duggins’s monotonous voice was mesmerizing the ninth-grade class of fifty boys into a somnolent state. Rays from the afternoon sun slanted through the trees and into the windows. There was a warm hum in the air. The teacher was lost in …