That is how Miss Collins, one of my sister Susan's teachers at Fort Dearborn Grammar School, described her to my mother during a parent-teachers meeting many years ago. That may or may not have been the case (although she certainly does indeed look like a piece of work in the photograph on the left at age 2) , but when I came along a mere 11 years later, all those teachers, including Miss Collins, automatically assumed I was a piece of work, too, and treated me accordingly. Now I ask you - is that fair? But as with so many other things, I am not bitter about it, even after a mere 50 years. That's just the kind of guy I am.
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