I was born in Rockland, Massachusetts and lived there until the 6th grade. We then moved to an adjacent town, Abington, where I completed my high school education.  I did the class president thing but was not the most popular student. Actually, I was voted 'most respected' in my yearbook and the motto assigned to me was. 'doing and saying the nastiest things in the nicest way.'

One of my most memorable experiences was when a friend and I skipped school to go into Boston to march with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr in a rally against school segregation. For a brief moment we were arm-in-arm. I did not really understand the signifance of the events until later, but it was an experience that I will never forget.

Oh, I graduated in the class of 1966. Times were indeed interesting.