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It’s September 1961 and John Metelski has just moved in up the street. He’s from Oceanside, NY and has a cool haircut. He shows up for school in the 7th grade with a purple shirt, black pants, matching purple socks, and pointy shoes that tie on the side. Very, very cool. Naturally the rest of my friends want the cool shirts and socks and definitely the shoes that tie on the side. I go to my mom to let her know I need a pair of these shoes asap. She sees my current shoes are in good shape and I get a no go. I persist. “Talk to your father if you’d like” she says. I was so desperate I believed I had a chance and brought it up to the big guy. He says my shoes are fine and this isn’t going to happened right now. I take one last shot.  “All my friends are getting the shoes!” With a touch of defiance I explain to him that this just isn’t fair. He pauses and looks right at me and asks “Who exactly told you everything was going to be fair?”  Silence. No answer. Discussion over. Lesson learned.