One day in September 1948, a tired-looking Denver postman stood in a grade-school principal's office and heard these words: "I'm sorry, but we simply don't have any place for your sons." To Joseph Vincent Calabrese the words were deadly familiar. For years he had searched for a school that would take his boys. The answer was always the same.
The fact was that Joe's boys were unfit for normal school life. Despite tireless coaching at home, eight-year-old Larry had only a halting vocabulary of no words; 13-year-old Donald could barely dress himself. They were tragic "in-betweens," not quite eligible to enter...
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