Retirement’s Comic Relief: A graduation message: Hold on tight
I grew up a scrawny kid – the type unable to do a push-up, pull-up or curl five pounds and always the last back to the gym after everyone was sent out to run around the backstop. This solidified my distinction as the top candidate to pick last when choosing up sides. It wasn’t the kind of childhood that fostered an abundance of self-confidence. A modicum of recognition arrived in the fourth grade after I rewound a film strip on the movie projector when it ended and the science teacher had not returned to the room. Although a bit worried when Miss Thomas asked, “Who rewound that ...
