The Idle American

It was a source of amusement— for folks outside my family, anyway—when my 27 fellow seniors “honored me” during our final year at Early High School in 1956. I was elected—unanimously, I might add—“most likely to remain left-handed.” I felt a slight sting, my folks frowned and my brother Fred feigned sympathy, laughing about it when out of our hearing  
 
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