I was sent to schools outside of North Caldwell because they were better schools. My parents somehow wangled an arrangement whereby I went to the Essex Fells Grammar School about three miles away in a pleasant and progressive suburb. What I remember of the school is that it was awfully good and the teachers were very fine. I had a number of friends there, but I had the loneliness and the slight feeling of oddity of somebody who comes from a distance and who is not around in the afternoons much of the time to enjoy the company of his contemporaries in the neighbourhood.