Woodward Academy

          It was a scary feeling, being left on my own in boarding school that Sunday in August of 1967. My dad went through all of the red tape and ordeal of getting me settled into my dorm. It could be that it was harder on him than it was me, since I knew that I would do OK. My mom was working herself to death to put me through this good school, so I was determined to make them proud. Of course, I was only an average student, so valedictorian I wasn’t. I was 14 years old and basically just a little 90 pound kid.  Man, did I have a lot to learn. My New Jersey accent in Gerogia didn’t make it any easier. I had to figure out a way to lose that, and eventually I would, somewhat.

To be continued…