In 1958, when I was twelve, my mother and I went to visit my Aunt Lois in Illinois . The night before we left, she reminded me to pack my suit so that I would have something to wear to church. I hated going to church, and I hated wearing that suit. It was scratchy wool and it felt hot and constricting, particularly in the summer time. I decided not to pack it and see what happened.
On Sunday morning, Mother discovered what I had done, and she was furious. Obviously, I