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...Caponis, putting five children into private schools was impossible. Sabato Caponi, a high school junior, was missing school work that he needed to prepare for his regents exams, which in New York state qualify students for college scholarship aid. His solution was to board with his grandparents in Valley Stream (30 minutes away) and attend the high school there. But to do that the Caponis had to make their son the ward of his grandparents. 'I didn't like the idea of signing over the guardianship papers," says Rae Caponi, Sabato's mother. "It's hard...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: On Long Island: The Lost Season | 11/27/1978 | See Source »

...didn't go the logical, dangerous route. Instead I went for the deepest, slowest moving pool, made it to narrower braids of raging water. I then managed to throw my pack on a rock, which proved difficult but no more of an impasse than the stream had been once I realized that the rock was the last obstacle before solid land. The hardest part was over, or so I thought...

Author: By Anna Simons, | Title: Hell and High Water | 11/21/1978 | See Source »

...useless. And the other couldn't bend enough to be of any use. Meanwhile I'd started to shiver uncontrollably--the first symptom of hypothermia. I jumped up and down trying to keep warm. I couldn't laugh, the irony was too bitter--I'd made it across the stream, but to what...

Author: By Anna Simons, | Title: Hell and High Water | 11/21/1978 | See Source »

...weren't ready to help themselves, why should they waste any of their valuable energy on two immobile men. I like to think they would have helped me regardless. As it was I can probably be thankful I was alone and a girl and had made it across the stream...

Author: By Anna Simons, | Title: Hell and High Water | 11/21/1978 | See Source »

...wouldn't have. As bad as the stream was where they'd found me, each successive one was worse--bigger and stronger. At times the only way I got across was by holding hands with two of the four men, never venturing into the middle alone. But by then we'd been through so much nothing could stop us. The streams were no more than a joke to be laughed at, while the eight-hour ordeal that had just passed seemed days distant. We'd even forgotten the two men we'd left in the snow. I remembered them, though...

Author: By Anna Simons, | Title: Hell and High Water | 11/21/1978 | See Source »

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