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I placed high in a couple math contests. Nationwide stuff. I’ve told you this before but it bears repeating. I got offers to attended workshops at U. of Chicago, MIT and other colleges. This was in high school. I went off to U. of Rochester one summer and got my gonads scraped by some smart kids there. After that, I became modest.
I saw the Stones, Beatles, Dylan. Everybody. Janis Joplin. James Cotton. For the record.
I went to Rochester for college. That was a long time ago. I’m not sure where Rochester is anymore.
My parents? My mom wanted a career in show biz. That wasn’t going to happen in Cleveland, but she did do some community theater. She wanted NYC. She got there on a couple vacations. My dad — you know about him from this blog. My brother? He doesn’t want any ink. Respect.
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Here’s my essay in today’s Cleveland Plain Dealer. What will become of my wheat berry salad? Dave’s supermarket is taking over Zagara’s supermarket in Cleveland Heights.
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I got the highest SAT verbal score ever in my Western PA high school. The school guidance counselor called me in to congratulate me. He wanted me to take the test again and better my not-so-splendiferous math score. I decided to rest on my laurels. Who was right? I’m still trying to work that one out.
I’m so grateful you didn’t go cheap and contribute the same fluff here as I had already read in the Peedee this a.m. Instead, something new and fresh about your once-acknowledged ” brilliance.” That’s sort of in the same category as your “brother”….
Wait a minute. I thought you went to Michigan.
Whats this Rochester stuff?
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