Growing up, I found my share of mischief, but had few real brushes with the law. A few minor traffic violations and the morning after the huge Lewis Lumber Company fire on Bishop Street meeting in the Principal's office with a couple of the city's finest and that was about it for me. Across the street, in the yellow three-decker though, there seemed to be always trouble. Lots of times in the summer, the walls of my bedroom were lit up by the flashing blue lights of a cop car lugging one of the guys away. Quite a few of the boys often took a trip 'up river' too, to the Correctional Center in Windham for a few months. One thing that caught my eye was that there were always good lookin' girls heading in and out of that building. They seemed mighty fine too. They and their boyfriends were our 'wild ones', and the closest I ever got to real danger.