September 1965 should have been a great year.  I was a rising 8th grader at St James school in Orlando – you know, about to become king of the school.  That’s when geography dealt a cruel blow. Both my older sisters were going to Bishop Moore HS – which was the opposite direction from St James.  In a moment, my fate was sealed.  I had to transfer to St. Charles which shared a campus with the HS.  I was exiled from all my friends to attend a school filled with kids who thought they were too cool, who wore all the new clothes, who bought all the right albums, who won all the school championships. Continue reading →