April 13 to April 19, 1962

Friday the 13^th of April, 1962

Up early to study French (which paid off—I got 100% on the quiz.)

Got bawled out by Klingler in homeroom.

Drew several cool cartoons.

Read more EDUCATION OF H*Y*M*A*N K*A*P*L*A*N.

Listened to Oldies But Goodies on radio.

Peter and Biff came over.

We cut up comic books and pasted them back together for laughs.  Fun!

Went to Mission. (Dressed for in 3 minutes and 12 seconds.)

Brought home Rondo.  We wrote a song—I GOT A ROSE BETWEEN MY TOES (from walking barefoot through the hothouse to you, baby) and coined many phrases.

A truly active day of creativity, but my mood is below average.

April 14, 1962  Saturday    

Job at Simsburytown followed by lawn job in Bloomfield.  Several amusing blunders but earned $17.

Watched final inning of Bosox 3-0 loss to Baltimore and final innings of Yankee win over Detroit.

Played catch with Timmy, Gary Smith, and Larry Marino.

After dinner, went to Mission and struggled to stay awake.

After that went to dance which was a mistake.  In the world of Twist, Watusi, and Mashed Potatoes there was little opportunity for talk.  Talk is what I like to do best.  So I caught first ride home I could with the Newitts.

Read H*Y*M*A*N which could not appreciate.

Signing off at midnight.  Glad today is over.

April 15, 1962 Sunday

April showers.

9 am Mass.

Hearty breakfast which I shall attempt to describe:

Orange juice to clear the cobwebs

Sausage

Bacon

Pancakes with butter and maple syrup

Cold milk

Scrambled eggs (Ted Connor style with Worcestershire Sauce and cottage cheese)

English Muffins

Raisin cinnamon toast.

Lay around after digesting and reading Hartford COURANT.

Worked in garden and on lawn, hoeing, shoveling, planting, fertilizing, mowing.

Read NIGHT FLIGHT.

Napped for two and a half hours.

In evening, went to closing session of Mission (“Papal Blessing”).

Enormous dinner which rivaled breakfast for deliciosity.

Rare steak

Mashed potatoes with gravy

Waldorf salad

Wax beans

Bread and butter dipped in steak juice

Strawberry shortcake for dessert.

Watched GIVE US BARABBAS.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0215807/

Did homework for an hour.

Watched some DIZZY WALTER (ed. Note: Walt Disney) and INDIAN FIGHTER (a movie I saw in fourth grade in Falls Church, Virginia).

Long hot bath.

Finished H*Y*M*A*N.

Bed at 10pm.

April 16, 1962  Monday

16 is a favorite number, a perfect square of a perfect square.

Nellie McGrath in fantastic form today! 

At baseball practice did well in field displaying strong accurate outfield throwing arm.  Did not bat though, as practice was called off early when it started to snow.

Walked downtown in the snow, singing Christmas Carols.  Had tea at Hofferts.  Connie Ingram bought me a lollipop.

Began FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS.

Homework til 9pm and hit the hay.

April 17, 2012 Tuesday

Was afflicted with sore throat, so stayed home from school. 

Read A FIGHTING CHANCE (222 pages in 2 hours and 22 minutes). 

Napped.

Read FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS.

Revised my play about Mr. Klingler’s English class—ROOM 219.

All day, had restless urges:

1.     to write, all sorts of ideas (none of which panned out.)

2.     to walk on the Mountain (but the day was cloudy and cold.) This urge was inspired by FWTBT which takes place in the mountains of Spain.

Finally, went over to Hagans’ to play basketball.

Then went to school to pick up a coupla books and my brother Teddy.

Bob {Rotondo} and Mike {Evans} came over.

Patty came home from college on spring break.  She brought a book written by her English professor—THE KINDERBEAST PRIZE.  Started reading it during breaks from doing lotsa homework.

April 18, 1962

Got C in geometry.

Got 98% in French.  He added points on  a sliding scale.  If you scored 50, he added 20.  If you scored 70, he added 14.  If you scored 95, he added 3.  Does that seem fair?

Took MEH test and felt a few pounds lighter when done.

Baseball practice.  Right field is sloped, terraced, and rutted.  This hampers my fielding but not my throwing.

In bad mood all day but tried to conceal it.

April 19, 1962

Coderre didn’t feel like class, so we didn’t have one.  I drew cartoons.

Went to library twice and looked up several authors.

Ran around after school and barely caught bus.

Read, nap, play baseball, hack around.

After dinner, took walk with Teddy.

Went to:

1.     Farrell’s.  Greeted Michael playing pool.

2.     Jones’ bomb shelter.

3.      Town Pool.

4.     Town garage.

5.     Huck’s.  Played basketball.  Bob and Mike came over.

Went home at 10:15pm and incurred wrath of authorities (Ma and Pa.)

A day of thought, but feeling empty.