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To: BlueCrab who wrote (24047)	5/5/1999 11:09:00 PM
From: E	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

No, I didn't know anyone from Brooklyn Boys. But I did win the election, and was the President of the School (it only went through the sixth grade, so sixth graders were seniors, of sorts.) I don't recall having any duties at all. I would have been too shy to perform them in any case. I don't understand how I happened to run and be elected, given how shy I was. It's one of those things that don't fit with everything else one remembers. I was invited to spend the night at a classmate's house one weekend. Her name was Cynthia Schrenkenger, phonetically. I was too terrified to accept the invitation, but my father was sure I would have a good time if I went, so he proposed that he would call me up at Cynthia's at a certain time, and if I was still terrified, I would ask, "How's Butch?" Butch was our canary. I didn't have to ask how he was, because Mrs.Schrenkenger was very nice, and my fear had passed. Later my mother starved Butch to death inadvertently. One day she heard a plop in Butch's cage. It was Butch falling off his perch, dead. She had thought the outer casings of the bird seed were bird seed, and so hadn't replenished the supply. How that could happen when she had been feeding Butch for a couple of years at the time of his demise is another one of those inexplicable things. She didn't call this to the attention of my sister and me because we were having tests at school, and she didn't want to upset us. A few weeks later, we did notice that Butch's cage was empty, but it had happened so long before, it seemed too late for grief. Butch never sang.