In late 1971, one of our hockey players told my father that I was fooling around with some of them at the Commack Motor Inn. Dad was appalled. Told my mother. They had a meeting of the minds and a phone call was made. Cut to the chase. If I was going to lose it so early, lose it to a Jew. So I was sent to London for my birthday. Jan 7. Came back 2 days later for midterms.