Stanley Proctor was a favorite of the nuns and Father Michael at Saint Cecilia Grade School. He looked so pious. He was the first to learn the Latin necessary to be an altar boy. Often, Stanley stayed in at recess to help clean the chalkboards or just follow Sister Mary Theresa around the hallways.
In sixth grade, we had to write what job we wanted to have when we grew up and read it to the class. I wanted to be a sports announcer for the Green Bay Packers. My friend Jimmy Douglas was going to be a race car driver. And cutie Lana Wilson planned to be a professional dancer.
You guessed it. Stanley Proctor said he would be a brave missionary and go to Africa and save all the lost souls.
I didn’t become a sports announcer for the Packers. Jimmy Douglas joined the highway patrol and retired with honors. And that cutie, Lana Wilson, made it big in Hollywood as a dancer in Elvis Presley’s beach bingo movies.
Oh, and Stanley Proctor? Last I heard through the grapevine, Stanley bought an adult book and novelty shop in Des Moines, Iowa, and did quite well.
Go figure.
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