April 20 to April 29, 1962

Tony devours one book after another,  a chain-reader.

Every day he plays team sports -- baseball in spring and summer, football in fall, basketball year round.  He records statistics, from touchdowns to runs batted in to free throw percentages   and writes game summaries and scouting reports.  He is a sportswriter covering first and foremost his own career….

Every day he does chores around the house and yard.

He dabbles in TV sometime-- dramatic series on weeknights, Red Sox baseball and pro and college football and basketball on weekends.

He works his weekend job cleaning the offices at Simsburytown and counts (and meticulously records) his meager pay. 

Much of this detail fills the journal day by day and must be omitted to avoid mind numbing repetition.

At the same time, sweeping and dramatic statements are sometimes unsupported by any detail at all….

Friday April 20, 1962

One of the year’s ten worst days so far.  Good for building character though.

Saturday April 21, 1962

A perfectly bad day.

One of the year’s ten worst.

Shagged flies at Tootin Hills School, making some Willie Mays catches.

Watched Red Sox down Tigers 4-3  behind big Don Schwall.  Kaline and Cash homered for the Bengals and Frank Lary was losing pitcher.

Art Quirk won for Baltimore.  Saw him in the Cape Cod League a couple of summers ago.

Called 8 kids for baseball and got a grand total of 0.

Dined on steak.

Watched DEFENDERS on TV.

Read FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS.

ED. NOTE:  Author spent over an hour one on one with Al Kaline in 1980.  Very fine man!

Easter Sunday April 22, 1962

Dawned beautiful and warm.

Church smelled flowery.

Uncle Jim and his family came for Easter dinner. 

Played baseball with brothers and cousins.  Then watched baseball with same.

Talked to Mike Evans on the phone for over an hour.

Lincoln Dairy for ice cream with fambly and Jay Kerr.

Watched SHAKE HANDS WITH THE DEVIL.

A fair day…

Good night.

Monday April 23, 1962

Over to Rotondo’s early for breakfast.

Over to Evanses where met Tommy, Noel Verillo, Bob Blanthin.  Mike drove us around.  Met Fuzz and Little Fuzz (Hendrickson) and rode around some more til we split up.

Hit low point of the day, a horrible day.  Plotted against society all afternoon. 

Hacked around with brothers and Pope brothers.

Rotondo and Evans came over til 10:15pm.

What does it all mean?

Tuesday April 24, 1962

Horrible day.

Read great chunks of FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS.

Worked all day at various irksome tasks.

Shot baskets at Hagans’ with Tommy Reidy.

Went to WEST SIDE STORY in West Hartford.  A terrific show.

A truly philosophical day.  Probably one of year’s ten worst.

But movie ended it on a good note.

Wednesday April 25, 1962

Original manuscript:

Thursday April 26, 1962

Drove to Cape with Dad.

Worked on The Deck.

It was very cold and windy.

Dinner in P-town.

Started TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD.

Friday April 27, 1962

Awoke at 2:30am when bunkmate (Dad) got up to add wood to the stove.

After breakfast, beachcombed.  A glorious morning.

Packed and headed home after lunch.

Followed the whole trip on the map and knew where I was at all times.

Polished off TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD, and

Early to bed.

Saturday April 28, 1962

Off to Simsburytown with no breakfast.  Did fair job surviving on stored up body fat.

Lunched at Doyle’s.

Collected donations for Babe Ruth League with Dan Buettner.  First we set up in front of First National.  Then we visited various merchants in the area.  Netted $60.

Watched Sox lose 7-6 to  White Sox.

Cook out at Quorn Hunt.

Bathed.

Figured statistics.

Toiled at homework.

Watched DEFENDERS.

During night lost an hour due to daylight savings time. 

Sunday April 29, 1962

Wrote 4 assigned history reports before church.

Church.

Read Sunday paper.

Watched Sox blow another game against Chicago 2-1.  Pumpsie Green fanned with 2 on to end the game.

Talked with Joe Bonczek for awhile, mostly about girls.

Beautiful roast beef dinner.

Really polished up the play I am writing. (???)

Watched TWENTIETH CENTURY and WALT DISNEY.

Vacation is over.

I’m bigger, better, and more mature than when it began.

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.

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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.         

April 12, 1962

April 12, 1962 Thursday                

Up at 5:30am for early Mass

Hearty breakfast.

Bosox beat Indians 4-0 on Hardy’s grand salam in the twelfth.  Monbo hurls 4 hitter.

Collected a page of gems in Nellie’s class.

Fun baseball practice in pm-- inter-squad with varsity and jayvees mixed.  Played rightfield and batted seventh.  Walked twice with full counts vs Blanthin.  One inning, he struck out the side on 10 pitches(Ron Krogh, Eddie Cannon, and Joe Garrity.)  I stole a pair of bases and scored a run.  Coach moderately pissed off, but not at me.

Janitored at Simsburytown and got $3 tip for emptying extra trash.

Hung around Doyle’s.

Over to O’Rondo’s for O. U. T.

Steak for dinner.

Went to library where I finished my geometry homework. 

Then walked through cold rain to Mission at Saint Mary’s which was excellent.

More homework at home.

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.

April 10, 1962

April 10, 1962 Tuesday

Initiated the idea of sophomore hooky day which got around to almost everyone.

During home room taught the Noogie game to an eager group of classmates.

After school hung around Coderre’s Paradise with Wendy MacDonald.  Got my composition corrected.

To baseball practice game where I hit one good single and struck out looking on 3 pitches.  Also misplayed a fly ball.

After practice, invaded the tennis courts where I passed time with the Ferraresso twins and Jessica Chambless.   Then took a walk with cool JC.  Then over to Bonczek’s, hitchhiking and faking a limp.  Got a ride with his aunt.

Mooched dinner.  Played basketball.

Went to Mission at Saint Mary’s.

Back at home, no homework; so read in tub.

Played croquet with Dahmer and Shaw.

Read more in bed.

The Lord is treating me okay!

April 9, 1962

April 9, 1962 Monday
Practice was rained out, so we had a chalk talk.
Rode home on the Activity Bus, conversing with Sandy B.
Read James Thurber.

April 8, 1962

April 8, 1962 Sunday

Church and communion.
Robust breakfast.
Work in the yard for one hour.
A THURBER CARNIVAL.
GOOD HOUSEKEEPING.
Basketball at Hagans. Shot 80%.
Mission at St. Mary's.
Talked one hour to Rotondo.
Late to bed.

April 6, 1962

April 6, 1962 Friday

Got 100% on a physics test.
Got 61% on JANE EYRE test, about average for the class.
Intrasquad baseball game:played right field and batted eighth. First-time up drew a walk, eight pitches from big Joe Bonczek. Second time up against Plona grounded sharply to first with a full count. Handled one chance in the field. Got thrown out stealing. Final score 3 to three. Bad news: JVs may not have uniforms.
 Read BASEBALL DIGEST, CONNECTICUT LIFE, Thurber.
 Went out for a walk at 11. Twice around the circle with Teddy and Timmy-- long intellectual conversation. Fun.

April 5, 1962

April 5, 1962

Beautiful spring day.
Rose at 6 a.m.
hearty breakfast.
Period 2 attended soph class meeting. Waste of time.
Rejoice hark halleluia! I scored 100% on art test. 87 instead of 20 on the French test. 98% on vocab test in English. Pee in your pants!
Period 7 hung out in the library with Jessica Chambless. Whoo!
 Baseball practice was uneventful.
 Did my janitor job.
 Ate hearty dinner. Perhaps I will grow big and fat.
 Read THURBER CARNIVAL.
 note to self: Remember to sign up for Babe Ruth league.
 Homework is my only worry. The only thing in my life that causes cold stark worry is school: all else is solved for now.
Goodnight.

April 4, 1962

April 4, 1962 Wednesday

Up at 5:30am. Everyone in the house was up bustling around. "What the hell's going on here?" It's mission week for the Connor females including 6 a.m. mass with all the trimmings.
 Did lousy on modern European History test.
 Played basketball at Hagans. Rotondo, John Evans, and I lost to Mike Evans, Huckel, and Timmy 100-94. (After being down 18 to 2 at the start.)
 Back home, studied Geometry in the bathtub.
Then read A THURBER CARNIVAL-- a great hilarious addition to my humor life.

April 3, 1962

APRIL 3, 1962 Tuesday

... early to rise (5am)... early to bed again (5:02am)... early to rise again (6:15am).

Interesting physics class-- all about ether.
After school M. Coderre let me make up the quiz I missed. Scored about 20%. Unfair quiz. My version was harder than the original. I am bitter.
Baseball practice.
Took a bath.
Read Victor Hugo's THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME. Also A THURBER CARNIVAL.
Talk on phone to Rotondo. When I hung up,  he didn't. Five minutes later when Timmy picked up the phone  to try and make a call, Rotondo was still on the other end imitating a dial tone.

April 2, 1962

April 2, 1962

Tired in the morning.

Got a B+ in geometry.
Sat on the John during lunch. (EDITOR'S NOTE: ??)
Helped Mrs. Wells.
Played intrasquad baseball game. Looks like I am on the JVs... sob...
Good dinner.
Talked to Rotondo.
Homework.
Early bed...

April 1, 1962

EDITOR'S NOTE:
Apologies for the scrambled chonology during catch up.
Once the 1962 calendar catches up with the 2012 calendar, the entries will live up to the promise of the title.
Meanwhile, expect more than one entry each day.
Here is April 1, 1962.

April Fools Day, 1962

The first full day of of my mother's 48th year on Earth. She was born on March 31, 1914 just months before the outbreak of THE WAR TO BEAT ALL WARS.

Church with family followed by a big breakfast cooked by Dad.  He maximizes use of bacon and adds a dash of Worcestershire to the scrambled eggs.
Finished RHUBARB and napped till 3:30 pm.
Played basketball with Pete Reidy. He beat me in O.U.T. and I beat him 30 to 22 one-on-one.
Talked on the phone to Rotondo and Lee Morand.
Did homework till late.

Click below for Lucille as toddler in Waterbury, Connecticut

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March 25 to March 31, 1962

March 25, 1962  Sunday
"ah shined a my breakfast
and ah ate a mah shoes"
lovely day.
Went to church. 
Went to Sunday dinner (chicken) at Mimere's.
Finished JANE EYRE (great book!)
Did homework efficiently til 11:30.
Slept well and managed to work up a fair sore throat.


March 26, 1962  Monday
Stayed home with my sore throat.
Lovely day.
Worked more on homework.


March 27, 1962  Tuesday
Monster Coderre made me take the test.
First day of baseball tryouts-- did fair.
Did little homework.
Early to bed.


March 28, 1962
Early to rise....
second day of baseball tryouts. Did fair.
Skipped CYO to do lots of homework.


March 29, 1962
Made the baseball team.
Did my janitor job.
Sang my repertoire of Irish songs to a group of girls, most notable of whom was the beautiful Pat Matczak. Think I made a good impression.
After practice, headed home, taking a shortcut through the new country club {Hopmeadow C.C.}. Ripped my pants on barbed wire. Ugh!


March 30, 1962
First thing this morning hitchhiked over to Rondo's. His grandmother from Italy met me at the door.
"Bobby sleeps."
Rode his bus to school.
Baseball practice after school. Did terrific in the outfield but putrid at bat.
Hitchhiked home-- five rides. (New record!)
Good conversations with Timmy.



March 31, 1962  Saturday
Work Simsburytown.
Received a paycheck of $19.90.
Read 140 pages of RHUBARB by H. Allen Smith.
Steve {Gailar}, Mike {Evans} and Bob {Rotondo} came over and we played baseball. We won 19 to 12 on a 14 run rally in the last inning.
Went over to uncle David's and then to Steve's where we all slept. Called Lois F. fun!

March 18 to March 24, 1962

STILL PLAYING CATCH UP FROM MARCH TO JUNE, 1962

March18 Sunday
After mass,  we had Nancy, Bobby, and Susan Moseley and Edward Farrell for breakfast.
Washed the two family cars for a buck.
The Reidys had Sunday dinner over at our house-- corned beef and cabbage.
Biff came over.
Mike, brother John, and Huck came over.
Played basketball at Hagans. Had our own NIT--Neighborhood Invitational. 
teams:
Mike and Tony 10 to 6 over Tim and Billy Hagan. (We scored last 10 points of the game.
Biff, John Evans, and Pat Hagan lost to Tom Reidy and Huck in semifinal.
Then Mike and I lost 20 to 18 to Reidy and Huck in finals. (I scored 16.)
Then the Big Game. Billy Hagan, Mike, Huck, and me vs. Tim, Pete Reidy, Pat Hagan, and John Evans. We lost 50 to 44. Tough!
At night wrote THE SICK SAGA OF SOLOMON CECIL CICERO. {Someday the manuscript will turn up at a tag sale.}
A good story, a good day.

Happy birthday, Father.
Goodnight.

March 19  Monday

Beautiful spring morning.
Back to school.
Moran read last night's creation-- SICK SAGA OF SOLOMON CECIL CICERO  to the English class.
Baseball tryouts opened for pitchers and catchers.
Scored 84% on big chemistry test. Lost 10 points on unbelievably careless mistake. I think I'll get a B.
(Note: from now on at least every second day I'll either do fair on geometry or physics or modern European history tests or do well on English or French tests.)
After school signed a slam book with Kathy McCarthy.
Lifted weights.
Watched baseball tryouts.
Played basketball at Hagans':
game one
Pat Hagan, Billy Hagan, Pete Reidy 50
Tony and Tim Connor 40
game two
Pat, Billy, Tony 30
Tim and Pete 28
Then we had O.U.T. tournament
Tim won with 18 points
Tony and Pete tied for second with 12 each.
Homework at night. Then read READERS DIGEST and worked on two plays I am writing --FIRESIDE CHAT and GOOD FOR NOTHING. {Maybe someone will stumble across the manuscripts someday.}

March 20 Tuesday

The scene is French class.

Monsieur Coderre

Monsieur (Monster) Coderre: We shall now have a recitation.
Class: Aagh! 
Connor: even a rattlesnake warns before it strikes, sir.
M. Coderre (M for Monster): that will be enough, Monsieur.
class: But . . .
M. Coderre: each wrong answer will be -25%.
class: Aagh!
M. Coderre: Yes. (Clears throat and begins dictation of test.)
class: Wait!  (At each new question, they whimper and slump lower in their desks.)
M.C.: (Finishes dictation.) Bon! Begin!
class: Sigh. (Start to write.)
M. Coderre: your answers will be in French.
Class: gasp!
M. Coderre: as will all recitations from now on.
Class: groan!
M. Coderre: don't just sit there. Get to work.
class: Monsieur Coderre, may we use our dictionaries, sir?
M. Coderre: hell no!
FIN

Played baseball with Larry Marino and Jay Kerr. Ruined the baseball and our dispositions. Two bright spots: two long running catches through mud puddles and snowdrifts. I am  acrobatic daredevil.
Played basketball.

March 21 Wednesday

My report card
English B
French ll B
physics B
modern European history B
geometry C

After school hung around gym.
Profitable afternoon?
Wild conversations in cafeteria and on bus.
Rainy day so postponed my job.
CYO. Took a test. Gave sub lady a rough time. Had my had stolen twice.

March 22, Thursday

Missed bus twice with Teddy.
Hitched a ride with Ed Farrell.
Tempted to play hooky.
Worked at Simsburytown.
Went to Explorer Scouts. Rondo at meeting.

March23, Friday

After school buttered up M. Coderre and Miss McGrath.
After that went over to Feraresso's house with Timmy and Lois. Linda joined us, along with Margie Sholes, Sue Reimer, and Ruth Campbell. Played kick the can.
At home, started and read much of JANE EYRE by Charlotte Bronte.

March 24, Saturday

Up at eight to work at nine.
Worked till 1:30. Did a meticulous job though I set a brushfire burning trash. 
Baseball at the school with Timmy and Jay Kerr-- batting practice and shagging flies.
Home to watch the end of the Celtics Warriors game...garbage time, Celts won easy.
Played basketball at Hagans.
Read JANE EYRE. 
Listened to the final game of the New England tournament-- Hartford Public 47 Bulkeley 39. Eddie Griffin 24 points.
Then Rotondo, Huckel, and the Evans Brothers came over to our house. Went out at 10 and walked around the neighborhood. Came back, climbed up on our roof, and harassed Brownie. Snuck down cellar-- conversed-- danced uninhibitedly-- hatched plots-- didn't carry them out...

March 13 to March 17, 1962

EDITOR'S NOTE:
I WILL get back in date synch with the promise of the blog title.
But first, we need to play some catch up.  As mentioned, THE SECRET LIFE OF TONY CONNOR begins on March13, 1962.  Here are a few days at a time.



March 13, 1962
Slept at Steve's.
Worked on science project.
Good day.

March 14, 1962

Set up my science fair project. 

Had a rough day in Nelly McGrath's class. "And so then, in order to forget, England and France forgot their differences." Collect these McGrathisms to keep things interesting.
Lousy day also because I discovered today the facts of life... I'm getting a C in geometry.

March 15, 1962

Science fair day.
Good day, ending on a romantic note when (sigh) Jessica Chambless asked if I had change for a quarter. Alas, I did not. (Sigh again.)


March16, 1962

Did fair on physics test, did well on English vocabulary test.
After school attended church with Joe Bonczek, Timmy, and Linda Ferraresso. Others: Rondo, Tim Barnett, Patty Owens, Jean Henchey, Ruth Campbell, Lois Ferrarresso, Inez Butmon, Kathy McCarthy, Sue Reimer.
Rondo and Barnett stole my hat and gave it to Betsy Chambless.
At home, received a call from Joe B. (p.o.ed at Inez B.) and helped him compose a note.
Played ping-pong at Huckel's. Beat Huck 21 to 15, lost to Mike {Evans} 21 to 15, Mike beat his brother Tom, Tom beat Huck, and Huck beat Mike.

Today did much levelheaded thinking. At the end of a good day, I'm a happy boy.


March 17, 1962  Saturday
Last night I slept at Mike's {Evans}. Far from home-- 3 miles. Late at night-- 10:30 p.m. So...
I woke at 8:40 and made it to work at Simsburytown office complex-- my first day on the job-- by 9 a.m. Worked to 1 p.m. on empty stomach-- total pay $3.50. My first day on the job required organization. I am a janitor.
Spaghetti for lunch in honor of St. Patrick.
Basketball with Biff{Wood}. Red hot on set shot.
Watched NIT.
Read Newsweek cover to cover.
Read TOM SAWYER, the comic book.
Listened to New England basketball tournament-- Hartford Public High School(78) versus Pittsfield Mass (65). Eddie Griffin scored 32 points for Hartford; Mark Belanger scored 32 for Pittsfield.
Tomorrow is Pa's 48th birthday.

Photo of Frederick J. Connor from 1965