My brother arrived home yesterday from his military base in North Carolina. It is the first time I've seen him since we drove from Groveland, Massachusetts to Marina Del Ray, CA (Los Angeles Area) the day after Christmas to make sure he made it safely to his base for bomb school. So, to mark the occasion I elected to spend the day with him teaching Social Studies at my former elementary school; in my mother's class.
The lesson was on The American Revolution. I asked the class of fifth graders, who looked like second graders, who originally settled New York City and what European Nation the first settlers hailed from: New Amsterdam and the Dutch. Right. I was rather impressed.
Anyway, apparently my mother told them the story about how I got arrested the last week of high school for planting fake-ticking-alarm-clock-bombs throughout the school. One noted, "I can tell why he's the one who got sarrested." I guess it is a complement that a 10 year old recognizes my "fuck the world" attitude.
Thanks Mom.
Love,
SMM
P. S.
I spent tonight playing with my friend Jackson's dad's two World Series Trophies.
I love my life.
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