"When I was in 7th grade, this rich snob bully, John, grabbed off my head a wool scarf my mother had knitted for me. He threw the scarf into a pile of muddy leaves and jumped up and down on it. When I went home that day my mother was furious when she saw the torn, muddy scarf. She made me tell her who did it, then she called the school principal and yelled at him. The next day John got pulled into the principal’s office and paddled. That was back when they still paddled kids.

FIFTY-FIVE YEARS LATER, at our 50th class reunion, John came up to me and angrily said, “You got me into trouble in seventh grade!!!”

I got him in trouble?! And he’s still mad about it, 55 years later.

I said, “John you were a d@#k in high school and you’re still a d@#k,” and I walked away."