The story you’re about to read is 100% true. I’ve told it a few times in front of a live audience. It always brings out a few gasps.
The tale is about Huck Finn and racism. Now, you could be thinking Is this is about the N-word? After all, Huck Finn is peppered with it.
Nope. This story spins about into weird and racist waters.
It was 1991 and that seems like an eternity ago. It was a halcyon age. The Russians were our friends. Bush the Elder was President. He wasn’t great, but thank God we would never have another Bush in office. The United States fought Iraq in the first Gulf War. Americans wouldn’t have to relearn where Iraq is on a globe until we invaded it again a decade later. Donald Trump was a guest on Howard Stern. He was only a joke.
Times have changed.
I was going to college at Bridgewater State University. Back then Bridgewater had about 5,000 students. The school was known for its Education program. Many future teachers went to Bridgewater. Funny fact: I dated an Education Major for a week. I knew it was over after she realized I was, “One of those Boston Liberals.”
While going to school full time I was working 40 hours a week as a short-order cook at the old Howard Johnson’s right off of route 95 in Canton. I’d have classes in the morning and then…
