My most profound memory of Palm Springs happened about one week into the start of 8th grade, after being in Catholic parochial schools up through 7th grade. I was adjusting to the numerous changes of public school quite well, or so I thought. Danny Jula, pictured above, was sitting next to me on the left in class and he noticed that I was fiddling with some new type of pencil eraser. He asked if he could see it and I handed it to him. He was fiddling with it and squeezing it and laughed. I said "what's funny?" and he replied "this feels just like a girl's nipple!" I was astounded and immediately formed an opinion that the girls in public school sure must be friendlier than the ones at Immaculate Conception! And they were.