When I went to St Lawrence Hospital in June 1982, I really did not know how sick my grandfather was. So I was thoroughly shocked as he was yelling and threatening to hurt people. This was the beginning of the end.
When I went to college in 1982, I was 6 feet tall, and light enough at 135 pounds, that my huge ears could have taken me airborne with a strong wind. My long, hooked nose was also hard to miss and looking more like an eleven year old didn't do me any favors either. I was an easy target for the guys on my floor, and the barbs came nonstop. But they had no idea, and ultimately cementing my place, I had guys exactly where I wanted them. You see, I learned from the best. In my family, survival means knowing how to roll with a slight and then apply just enough sarcasm to gain the upper hand. The source of these skills are easy to pinpoint - my grandfather, Charlie Monetti. He set the table for two centuries of Monetti laughter, and an account from my grandmother perfectly describes how all the back and forth emanated from his presence.
Did Plattsburgh really end when four (or five) years came to a close. Obviously not so here’s a few memorable extensions to my Plattsburgh series.
How many times did Walter White have his back to the wall. A lot more than we can count, but fortunately, the great Heisenberg was loaded up with enough smarts to always put out the fire. Here’s Walt's best five moments when science helped him win the day