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Dad borrowed money from the bank for the house and paid three dollars a month until it was paid off in 1967.
I started second grade the next year and it was the typical new kid on the block. I guess they didn't like my bib overalls.
I received one bloody nose and the teacher wouldn't let me back in the class room until I cleaned myself up. I saw a movie staring Rody McDow about that time and he had somewhat the same problem. I copied his use of his fists one day and never had any more trouble.
From then on I did what I had to do and far exceeded the expectations of my school teachers,
my parents and my peers. It seems like I always waited toll the last minute to act on the academic side.