![]() ![]() The school’s athletic department had one consolation, if you could call it that – and that was golf. ![]() As it was, it was just a generic rich-kids chant, sung the nation over, whenever rich kids get beaten by the talented and agile poor. “ That’s alright, that’s okay, you’ll be working for us one day!”Īnd this would have been alright and okay (sort of), had it been original. All kinds of absurd “traditions” were contrived there to foster school spirit.Īdam had the spirit, went to every football game dressed in the school’s colors, cheered loudly, and when the Corsairs – for that was their name – lost, as they inevitably did, he and his friends took it well, all things considered, consoling themselves with the pocket-books of their parents, singing: The school, couched amidst cypress trees and Spanish moss, had a luxurious country-club air to it. We came back summer vacations, and I kept in touch with Adam, who in the time being was going to a bogus little prep school in Pebble Beach, a nearby gated community of millionaires’ mansions and perhaps the country’s most famous golf-course, perched on sheer cliffs overlooking the surging Pacific. When I was ten, we left Carmel and moved back to Berlin. We lived a couple of blocks away, and I used to go over weekends to shoot hoop in the drive. Hershman was a short, olive-skinned woman with squinty, amused eyes and a vague trace of an east European accent. Hershman was an anesthesiologist by profession, who with his glasses and mustache looked a bit like Groucho Marx. The Hershmans lived in a handsome, redbrick, Republican sort of house. We both had gone to the same grammar school in Carmel, a central Californian coastal town that was in the words of some local wag, “home of the newly wed and almost dead” you went there on your honeymoon or after you had made your millions. How I managed to stick it out here for so long, I just don’t know.”Īdam Hershman was an old classmate chum from Cali who had come out to Prague with me. The people uncouth, the food greasy and inedible, the metro crowded and rattling, the language incomprehensible. “The appalling sights, sounds and smells. ![]()
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