Whirling back to 1964: Against parental standing orders, Pre-School Paul left the front yard, walked down the block and crossed the street to visit the local variety/drugstore just to say hi to the nice people who worked there. As I left, one of those bastards dimed me out to my old man. As I arrived back in the front yard, I spotted my father in the front doorway. "Come here Paul, I've got a surprise for y-o-o-o-u!" he smilingly purred in a highly melodic voice. With a big expectant grin on my face, I heeded my father's beckon. Sitting down afterward was a bit of a challenge, at least until 1966.