April 11, 1962

Tony is religious.   Orthodox obedient Roman Catholic;  but serious about it.  This naïve faith supports a profound sense of security.  He confesses his small sins to the Priests and emerges from the Confessional feeling beloved and immortal.

At school and in the neighborhood he playfully tests his growing power at every turn.  Failing often, he is learning to find the humor everywhere even at his own expense.  Someday, he will learn to listen more and observe better.  In the meantime, he prefers to create and star in his own story.

  

   April 11, 1962 Wednesday

Rose casually at 5:25am, dudded up, walked to corner at 5:45am, and…missed my ride.

Undaunted, returned to my castle, and read THE EDUCATION OF H*Y*M*A*N K*A*P*L*A*N which is a funny little book! 

Then did some French homework til Ma woke up and drove me to church.

Mission stuff.  Confessed and communed.  Went to Doyle’s Drug after for break fast.  Closed.  Thence to Hoffert’s.  Thence up Plank Hill to Uncle David’s where had a good and big breakfast.  And then walked to school.

In geometry, discussed perfect squares.

Fell deep asleep for a few minutes in Modern European History.  Good thing I did not tip the desk over.

In study hall I was caught climbing out the window.  No damage.

At lunch, I bought out the entire cupcake stand and then set up my own at an adjacent table.  Tried unsuccessfully to raise price.  Ended up offering half off.

Hung around with cool Susan Delaney.  Cool!

Baseball practice was ok.

Read AMERICA.

Bathed.

Read THURBER CARNIVAL.

Watched opening day of National League, Cards vs. Mets.  First Mets game in history.  They lost.