BackAlley Jack

Everyone tells stories in high school, about what they do and who they get with.   The baseball team at Van Nuys High School, 13000 Oxnard Street, Van Nuys, California, was a great source of these stories.  Whether they were true or not — that didn’t matter. They kept our minds from imploding under the weight of Curricular Standards of Achievement. 

It was 1985, and we were all just waiting to get out into the world, any world. And when that seemed impossible, or would take too long, we took matters into our own hands.  It’s called in Educational Literature “The Creative Relationship to Boredom.”

Where would we be without boredom?  Probably still eating raw meat.

There was Toby “the Bat” Bauer, slugger, blond, a man-child who would eventually go bald and who, it seemed, could inspire quite a few of the teachers.


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2 thoughts on “BackAlley Jack

  1. Finally, something I read slowly for a change…because I have to. The flashbacks and story rings go beyond entertainment. They remind me of something that I forgot about —THE TRUTH.

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    1. Thank you – I’m really glad the story moved into the truth-realm. The line between fiction and reality has probably been a part of every story I’ve written — a practice I hope to continue. Be well!

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