Three Rights Make a Left

KEN LEONARD

When I was a kid in grade school, my most prized possessions were contained inside a little leather bag. I didn’t even have to open the drawstring to know what was inside. I had every beautiful item memorized by heart. That little bag contained my collection of marbles. It wasn’t just me. Just about every kid I knew had a bag full of marbles in theirpocket and jingling them in class was strictly taboo.