New England must breed 'em; my oldest sister Susie was voted class clown in high school. Hew best one might have been to cut classes at every opportunity on picture day and manage to get in every club and group picture in her yearbook, including the knitting club, which she wouldn't have touched.

Little me, I was so terrified of my parents' wrath I didn't dare pull stuff, except once I was out joyriding with a couple of buddies -- Pat Bomba and Eddie Willis -- and we ran Pat's car into the mud where it stuck. The guys knew I and they were in for it if my parents found out; they knew my parents, so we were scooping mud away from the car with our bare hands. My parents would not have understood that with TWO guys nothing could have gone on ...

Susie taught me chinese fireman (sorry, that's what we called it then), melon stealing, and lying to the folks about what movie we were going to see. (actually that was blackmail: tell the truth and we can't go anymore.)

boy, this takes me back. My sister susie is gone and I miss her terribly.

MA