The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Waiting to get hit
by Regis Boff
I was smart, so I did not get hit in high school.
Athletes got punished with “swats” from the coaches. One for a “D” and “two for an “E” ( an F nowadays). The paddles were wooden, and they hurt. The huge black kids, who frightened me, often cried.
In grade school, I was sent to the Principal to get spanked. Later he used a paddle too.
It was formative.
The waiting to get hit was terrifying. To this day, I never, ever, hesitate to confront the inevitable.
When I was younger I would hit first if I was sure it was coming my way.