During a recent conversation, Alfred Morris told me about some of the summer mischief he and his brothers got into as children.
“When you have all boys, you’re always in trouble,” said Morris, who grew up one of seven boys in Pensacola, Fla. “We used to get scrap wood out of the dumpster of this place that made cabinets near us. We used to make tree houses and forts with it.”
Morris recounted that one day the cabinetmaker found out they were taking the wood and made them dismantle their forts and return the pieces to the dumpster.
“It was trash,” said Morris, whose mom tried in vain to work it out so the boys could keep it. “They didn’t need it. They just didn’t want us to have it.”
Morris also said that he and his friends would spend summers sneaking into hotel pools, and then getting kicked out. He blames their pool ejections on the fact the crew was too big to go unnoticed.
“We had a little bike gang,” he laughed. “Not really a gang, but we’d all get together and just ride around on our bikes and get lost in the city. At one point there was like 30 of us just swarming down the street on bikes.”
Morris admitted that his parents gave him the freedom to spend summers that way because he never really found actual trouble.
“As long as we were home before the street lights came on, it was all good,” he said.