My “Christmas Carol”
by Jesse Kornbluth ’64 Half a century ago, I left the suburbs of Philadelphia to become a boarding student at Milton. Philadelphia meant a snoozy day at a suburban junior high school, afternoons watching inner-city kids jitterbugging on “American Bandstand,” evenings doing homework with the radio on loud. Milton meant suits at dinner, toothpaste inspection, and homework in a communal study hall, where, if you asked the English teacher in charge—in a whisper—“ Can I go to the bathroom?” he might bellow, “I don’t know. Can you go to the bathroom?” As transitions go, it was...
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