This is a laugh-out-loud collection of memories ranging from 1935 to 2015. Often politically incorrect, these naughty human reflections cover a wide range of subjects and experiences including: the baby’s crib jail-break, the younger brother’s devious manipulations, joint ventures of disaster and destruction, a totally illegal radio broadcast on a homemade transmitter, which blocked out a major Boston radio station in the town of Brookline, Mass. Featuring awkwardly botched attempts to communicate with girls, also included are a bathtub submarine explosion, several near death automobile experiences, and a wild, high speed, no brakes, bloody ride on a crude, homemade cart. This story is a charming glimpse into what it was like for a mischievous boy growing up in the 1930’s, 40’s and 50’s and finally moving through the hard transitions of becoming a teacher and some of the successes and failures that he has had as an adult. From crib to old age, the author has always worn The Black Cloak of Disapproval, bestowed upon him by those who have led more conventional lives.