8th-grade graduation photo. 1970. “I felt like nobody accepted me, that I was discarded, defective because I was born with a deformity.
I got the board (paddle) a couple of times at school for fighting. I was sent home too many times to count. I got the belt from my dad, but after I witnessed him engaged in some off acts of a profane nature, I got the fist. My father told my mom I was a liar.
He always seemed to concentrate on pounding the back of my head, I have distinct memories how that felt.”