CHAPTER 13
A few days later, I was up on the rooftop snack area sitting at a picnic table. I was writing a letter or epistle, as Gumps called it, to my friend, Denton. I told him about my plight, which included my confrontation with Dean Gould, my dismissal, and plans for the fall semester. Gumps came over, dropped his books on the table, and sat down.
“Writing your folks about getting booted from school?” he asked.
“No, to a buddy who’s going to college at Illinois University.”
“Cool, man.”
I continued writing as Gumps watched.
“Rail, you must be super hacked about not being able to come back next fall. Hell, I’m still bummed about it.”
“I am Gumps; I’ll never forgive Dean Gould, but determined to make the best I can, out of a bad situation.”
“Yeah, I guess it’s about all you can
