I seem to recall that at FFSS in the 1970's the Vice Principal's office was generally a place to be feared because it was apprently home to the "enforcer" or "bad cop" (to Russ' "good cop"), and I therefore avoided it and stayed on the straight and narrow. Too bad, because truth be told, Mr. Skitch was a kind and gentle man who enjoyed playing in the teachers' band with my Dad, and who was his friend. My fear however may have come from an earlier incident from the summer of 1970 when I was all of 8 years old. We had moved out of our old home on the main street (which would later be occupied by Paul Haines' family) and rented the McGinnis' home across the street from the Skitch household while our new home was nearing completion on Church St. One day my brother Jamie got into our Dodge in the driveway, pressed the 'N' button on the dash and exited the vehicle while he watched it roll across the street and right through the neighbour's hedge, stopping short of the house. Jamie was in fear of Dad's wrath, while I was afraid that Dad would be fired by 'his boss'. Neither of course happened, but I never forgot the event, and would later learn to laugh at it. I never saw Larry's reaction, but I'll bet it was priceless.