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<strong>Autobiography</strong> <strong>of</strong> a <strong>Maquoketa</strong> <strong>Boy</strong><br />
Richard B. Wells<br />
superior school. The only Catholic boys who went to P.S. 1 were either the ones who weren’t good<br />
enough to pass the classes at Marquette, or whose parents couldn’t afford to send them there, or who had<br />
reputations for being troublemakers. Not infrequently, I found all three traits in the same kid.<br />
The next thing I found out was that, despite the fact the school was so small compared to <strong>Maquoketa</strong>,<br />
the kids segregated themselves even further into social cliques. The main division was the one between<br />
the Putman clan and everybody else. The extended Putman family occupied much <strong>of</strong> the south side <strong>of</strong><br />
town. Almost everybody down there, it seemed, was either a Putman or a cousin to a Putman. Although in<br />
fact the family was into a lot <strong>of</strong> different trades, most people described them as being commercial<br />
fishermen who wrested a living from the Mississippi. This reputation was in fact being overstated, but<br />
what wasn’t overstated was that their family did spring from a commercial fishing background, and in a<br />
river town commercial fishermen were generally known to be the toughest <strong>of</strong> the tough. It’s a hard life.<br />
The Putman boys were Catholics and, not surprisingly, every one <strong>of</strong> them had a reputation for being a<br />
very tough kid nobody wanted to mess with. That little incident on the school bus had thrown me into the<br />
‘tough kid’ clique in the eyes <strong>of</strong> the other kids, so I knew I’d have to do something pretty fast to establish<br />
myself with the Putmans or there was going to be big trouble. The Putman clan stuck together and I sure<br />
didn’t want half the boys in Bellevue out for my hide. I also knew the first move was going to be up to<br />
me. I was ‘that <strong>Maquoketa</strong> kid’ and either I made friends with the Putmans or they would be coming after<br />
me. That much nobody had to tell me. I was sure <strong>of</strong> it.<br />
The third day or so, I saw one <strong>of</strong> the Putman boys, Danny, shooting baskets by himself in the gym<br />
during the lunch hour. Bellevue didn’t have a football team, but they did have a basketball team and the<br />
whole town was nuts for basketball. That wasn’t too surprising. The only other sports they had were track<br />
and field, baseball, and golf. Basketball was the big deal in Bellevue twelve months a year.<br />
Anyway, here was Danny by himself shooting baskets. He was a pretty big kid. Not fat; just big. I<br />
strolled over to where he was and, sure enough, pretty soon he missed a shot and the ball bounced my<br />
way. I caught it, tossed it back to him, and asked if he minded if I joined him. From his reaction I got the<br />
idea not too many kids hung around with Danny other than his brother and his cousins. Danny didn’t talk<br />
much and he wasn’t much <strong>of</strong> a scholar. That made most <strong>of</strong> the other kids think he was dumb, which he<br />
wasn’t. Danny’s knowledge was practical knowledge, not book knowledge, and – as I came to find out<br />
later – he had a lot <strong>of</strong> people knowledge. Danny was a mighty good judge <strong>of</strong> character and I came to find<br />
out later on that he was awfully particular about who he’d associate with. If he thought somebody was a<br />
bum or a hood or a snob, he wouldn’t have anything to do with them and they’d best not try to force<br />
themselves on him. Danny was awfully strong even for his size and he had great big fists that he knew<br />
how to use. But, like a lot <strong>of</strong> big guys, Danny was a peaceful guy at heart and pretty much all he wanted<br />
was for people he didn’t like to leave him alone. Danny was as choosy about his friends as a gourmet is<br />
about food.<br />
But I’d find all this out later. That day he gave me a hard, searching look then nodded his assent. We<br />
shot baskets and chatted until it was time to go back to class. Turned out I did most <strong>of</strong> the chatting. Danny<br />
only talked when he had something to say. He must have decided I was alright, because he let me chum<br />
around with him from that day on. In pretty much no time at all, he was my best friend at P.S. 1. Of<br />
course, for awhile he was my only friend. We started hanging around together after school. My first<br />
meeting with his brother Ricky a few weeks later didn’t start out as well.<br />
If you saw Danny and Ricky standing side by side you might not know they were brothers. Danny was<br />
tall, big-boned, and pacific. Ricky was short, wiry, and fiery. Like with Danny, I met Ricky on the<br />
basketball court. This was during a pickup game a bunch <strong>of</strong> us were having during the lunch hour. I was<br />
on one side, Ricky on the other. The other boys on my team were reluctant to guard Ricky on defense, so<br />
I found myself guarding him.<br />
Like a lot <strong>of</strong> tough kids who didn’t go out for athletics, Ricky wasn’t as skilled at dribbling, passing,<br />
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