Kindergarten was a half day back then. I was assigned to the afternoon class since I lived close enough to school that I could walk there. However, shortly before I started school, I jumped off the porch while playing and tore ligaments in my left foot. My mother had to take me to school in my little red wagon. Not a very good start.
At the end of the first quarter, I got my first report card. Father Tougher, the pastor of St. Jude’s Grammar School, handed out the report cards and reviewed them with each student. I had stars after each objective except “tying shoes”. When he asked me about this, I told him that he was not to worry because my parents always bought me shoes that buckled and this was a task I would never need to master. For some strange reason my next pair of shoes were tie shoes.
The next time I got my report card, Father Tougher asked me what I liked about school because all the columns including the “tying shoes” had stars. I told him “The first day, the last day and the parties in between.” My parents never let me forget that one.