I am plagued by loose ends, things that don’t “add up”. In my spare time I could be bettering myself. Instead I daydream about confusing events. I have perhaps hundreds in my brain queue. Some take years to resolve. Here’s an oldie that continues to drain grey matter:
My 8th grade English teacher gave our class a public speaking assignment. In this class sat Ron Friedman, a tall, lanky, Jewish boy. He was reported to have had an IQ in the stratosphere, a “gifted” child. When his turn rolled around, Ron enthusiastically delivered a speech entitled Why marijuana should be legalized. At the close of his speech, Ron passed around a pipe and a sizeable bag of pot. Making their way around the room, the goods eventually came to rest on Mr. Clancy’s desk. Old man Clancy opened the bag, took a whiff, and called security. Ron received a two week suspension.
I’ve thought about this for 26 years. What was Ron Friedman thinking? What was he trying to pull? The story fails to add up.