In 1949, my parents, sister, dog, and I moved down
to Balboa Island permanently, and I attended the
elementary, junior high, and high school here.

I obtained a paper route, and found that one high
school teacher (who shall remain nameless) was on
the route, and she was very particular that her paper
be delivered up on her second story balcony.  I did
just that, but at the end of the first month, she didn’t
pay her bill.  Being a small, astute business manager,
I just threw the paper downstairs during the second
month.  But little did I know that she was terrible in
paying her bills.  I terminated delivery after the
second month.  She complained, and I told her to
pay the two months in arrears, and one month in
advance, and I would resume paper delivery.

She declined.   So when I entered high school, I
went to the vice-principal, and requested that I
not be assigned to her classes.  He was amused,
and honored my wishes.