another childhood memory
As a tyke back in 1959 I was briefly befriended by the School Bully, a large, sullen, universally feared character who took a fancy to my style of speech, which up to that time used to get me routinely thrashed. This lasted only a few months (another move, another school), but they were a heady few months indeed. "Bruno," I would say, pointing, "kill." And a junior tormenter would be left looking like six tins of catfood.
The present instance is, to be sure, not really comparable, but there's always a certain resonance of "Bruno" (not, of course, his real name, which I can no longer summon up) whenever I have the good fortune to find CRC, brass knuckles at ready, beside me in a brawl.
cordially,
