The bomb incident My fascination with things that go “BANG” probably started with my introduction to movies. At any rate, by the time I was 8 years old I was well on my way. That was the year I earned the nickname “boomer” for the rest of that school year of 1948. From one source or another I had acquired a toy metal cap bomb. The kind that you loaded with a paper cap pistol cap. When thrown, the fins and weighted head would guide it to a nose first landing, exploding the cap with a “bang”. Just minutes before our noon hour recess, I loaded my bomb with several caps for a louder bang and placed the bomb on my desk. HORRORS! The bomb rolled off my desk, hit the floor nose first with a most satisfying “KABAM”. Never before nor since have I seen a nun jump and squeal so high and loud. I’ll wager she wet herself at least a little. She looked over the class, summoned Nancy, a classmate, and the both of them stepped out into the hall. Nun returned, dismissed for noon everyone, but Ike I was made to sit at my desk and write on a sheet of paper, “I will not explode things in class”, until noon hour was over. Worse, she sat there and watched the whole time, so I had to write constantly. And I never saw my cap bomb again.