I learned to become a marathon runner. At first, it was easy. DS came on at three, and St. Mary's School let out at 2:55. I and my friend would high-tail it to his house which was only a block away, so we made it in plenty of time. However, when I switched to Washington Junior High, freedom came at 2:57, and it was a little less than a half-mile from home. However, I would make it just in time.
As a matter of fact, because of DS and the distance from Washington Junior High, my parents eventually had to put in new carpeting in the living room. Just as three o'clock was ready to sound, I would come rushing in the back door (everyone knew to clear outta the way, or risk becoming flattened design patterns on the floor), leap up the steps, pull off my jacket as I tore through the kitchen, enter the corridor which connected the kitchen to the living room. To the right was the dining room, to the left my bedroom, and in one motion I would throw my jacket through my bedroom door and onto my bed. As I entered the living room, I would fall to my knees and slide across the carpet to the old black-and-white Admiral TV set and turn it on, just in time to see the opening slide of Collinwood. After doing that so many times, I literally wore all the material off the carpet, right down to the padding. After April 1971, there no longer was a reason for me to engage in that athletic event, so in May my parents had new carpeting installed.
Gerard