Nothing. I was pretty much a kid who was good for nothing. At least that’s how it seemed to me as I walked aimlessly along the street after school one day. I was in trouble. Again.
I was nine years old—two years older than the other kids in my second-grade class. I’d been held back twice. If I was growing up today, I might be diagnosed with a learning disability, but in 1956, there were no such screenings. Plus, I lived
