I was such a dope. Your latest letter arrived just minutes before dinner. Meals are probably the only thing besides the shower that I have a two-minute window to accept or reject.

So, I went down to dinner having read just your letter (but not the blog comments). I gave away the fish patty, ate the hash browns and rice pudding, and returned to read the blog comments and then the articles you sent.

Maybe I should have used St. Anthony’s as an insanity defense! Although I was not aware of any student/teacher sex, once there was me and one or two other students in the backstage dressing room with our theater teacher, Nancy, buck naked. She was naked; not us.

But I never got any from teachers or students. It shows how oblivious I can be! But, I guess I was right in my feeling that everyone else but me was getting some.

I think I may have mentioned Allison, the beautiful neighbor girl I took to a dance at St. Anthony’s. I was 14 or so at the time. She thought it was cute to give me a poster of two rhinos humping, with the tag line, "Make love, not war!" She lasted as my date about fifteen minutes into the dance and became a St. Anthony’s student on the spot.

I’m pretty sure it was the first dance ever held at St. Anthony’s. I was the organizer. I know I did organize the first dance, but I'm not 100% sure if this is the one Allison went to.

Allison had a tall dancer-type body. I think she was trying to seduce me, but I was such a dope. Anyhow, shit, too many emotions flying around. This is one of those times my current life really smacks me in the face!

Even the emotions of the years at St. Anthony’s and HOW THE FUCK I MISSED WHATEVER I MISSED THAT DID NOT HAVE ME STEPPING OUT AND GRABBING LIFE BY THE BALLS.

I finished only one and a half years of college before dropping out, got married, and was stuck in a dead-end job selling insurance door-to-door all before I turned twenty! Go figure that one out!

So, I think I will go read some and try and escape for a bit. I will certainly be doing a lot of writing this weekend and you will have a nice, fat envelope in your mailbox Tuesday evening.  ¶ 11:10 AM