I sat in front of you in Nettelhorst Elementary way back in ’49. My father moved us out West for his work with the state of California just a little before the school year’s end. I was Irma Schroe then. You were a fine young man. I didn’t think about you until my grandaughter showed me a few of your picture books and my son showed me the gallery on your website. Do you still pinch girl’s bottoms and run away?
I have _never_ pinched girls' bottoms and run away! (Rabbi Friedman, please take note). I remember you clearly, but will refrain from mentioning the escapades that caused your name to be inscribed on certain walls at the Nettelhorst School.
