School Story
I guess one favorite memory happened at most lunchtimes. Our table liked to use spoons to catapult peas skyward and try to stick them on the ceiling of the lunchroom. It was not as easy as it sounds to make them stick. When we discovered marshmallows is was almost automatic. You had to be stealthy and cover the power shot with a casual hmmm type pose with the other arm with your chin to your opposite fist. The marshmallows stuck a long time but the peas did't last. Once we got bored with that. We loaded the handle of the spoon with whipped cream or similar artillery and splatted it on the back of freshmen who happened to stroll by our table. We went undercover after we accidentally nailed the back of Fr. Frederick's leg. Rouby, Porter, Munger, Beavers, and too many other undercover militia to name.
