I went to East Elementary, J.V. Martin Junior High, and Dillon High School. Quite a few friends were classmates for all twelve grades. I made many other friends playing saxophone in the high-school marching band. My family and I attended Dillon’s small synagogue, Ohav Shalom, which is unfortunately no longer in existence.
As a teenager, like many other teenagers, I itched to get away from the small town in which I was raised to see the bright lights of the big city. I got my wish, leaving when I was seventeen to attend college and graduate school in Boston.