As I remember it, back in high school, it was the guys with the mean cars who scored. With their souped-up automobiles, and their “duck’s ass” hairdos, and their collars turned up like Fabian, they attracted attention. The school I was at was heavy on trades – welding, auto, carpentry, machine shop – and that was fine, but I just wasn’t the type. I’d somehow stumbled into the wrong school.
Born in Tel Aviv, Israel (when it was still Palestine, a British protectorate. I was 1 year old when we moved to England, where I grew up. At age 12, we left for Canada and I’ve lived here ever since.