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I remember this day pretty clearly. "Had to stay in bed" is an understatement. I was flat on my back, except for the occasional dash to the bathroom. A classic case of Montezuma's Revenge.
I don't remember how we got to Camargo (not "Cmargo") with me in that condition, but somehow we did. I am guessing that, at some point after noon and with me on a starvation diet, I had stopped running to the bathroom. Apparently comics (probably Classics Illustrated; they were our usual "comics") were to keep me from going crazy confined to sitting or lying in one place. Books have always had a good effect on me, even as a little kid.