Neither a Cub Scout Nor a Boy
My principal memories from my first couple of years at Loyola Village School, the first elementary school north of Los Angeles International Airport, are of Jan Richter, with whom I was secretly in love in third grade, throwing up all over her own poodle skirt, and with that one act transforming how I felt about her, and my fourth grade teacher, Miss Ga…
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