Louie the Loser, Pt. 2

This is Part 2 of a two part post.  You can read Part 1 here.

Louie began to take our bus home from school 2 or 3 days a week then follow Vinnie to his house. And when I’d changed my clothes to play, there he’d be in The Hayfield, waiting. I want to be captain. I want Vinny on my team. No fair, you cheated. Vinny had to go along with him because of his Dad’s job, and Glenn (not my brother Glenn, Glenn from down the street) went along because he had a crush on Louie’s sister, Anna. My Mom said Just ignore him but I couldn’t do it. Finally one afternoon I lost it and called him Louie the Loser to his face. He shoved me and I busted him right in the nose. He ran to Vinny’s house, blood dripping down on his shirt … and we all scattered, figuring trouble was ahead.

That night the phone rang after dinner and, without thinking I answered. A gruff voice said, Let me speak to your father. The call lasted only a few minutes until Dad hung up without saying goodbye. Louie told his father you hit him because he scored a touchdown, Dad said, to my surprise, not sounding angry at all. He said he was going to sue us for medical costs. What’s your side of the story? I told my Dad what had happened and he smiled. Louie is just like his father. He thinks he’s better than everyone else but he’s nothing but a loser. My Mom, always wanting to accentuate the positive, said, Maybe if your nice to him, Buddy, he’ll be nice to you. No chance, my Dad said. He’ll never change. Mom smiled and said, Never say never, Frank. Dad kissed her on the cheek and said … to both of us … Once a loser always a loser.   I began to stay home to work on my model boats whenever I saw Louie on our school bus. Six months later, Vinnie’s Dad changed jobs, Vinnie told Louie to get lost and I was back in The Hayfield every day.

Louie was no longer in The Hayfield but he was still at school where he did everything he could to make my life miserable, turning his so-called friends against me with made up stories. He even told some teachers that I cheated on my schoolwork. Fortunately, I was well-liked by my teachers and they disliked Louie nearly as much as I did, largely because his father was a regular visitor, lobbying for better grades for Louie. If I had a crush on a girl he’d whisper stories about me to scare her off. In my junior year at East Haven High, I decided to run for class president, so naturally, Louie did so, too. I won but Louie claimed it was because my swim coach, Mr. Marshall, was also our class advisor and responsible for counting the votes. Big Lou showed up to contest the election, but Mr. Marshall, and the principal, Mr. Garvin, told him that the election was fair. Louie still showed up at the first class officers meeting and had to be escorted out. When high school was over, Louie went off to Brown University (where his father went) to study business and I went to UConn to learn engineering.

I never saw Louie again. But once in a while, I’d hear a story about him from the schoolmates I kept in touch with. He’d been suspended from Brown for cheating, then reinstated when Big Lou, a major contributor, intervened. He’d taken over his father’s company after Big Lou had a stroke. He was under investigation for unfair business practices. A few years ago, I saw an article in the back of the LA Times about a political controversy in Connecticut. Louie, having served several years in the State Legislature, had run for governor and lost by more than a hundred thousand votes. Naturally, Louie claimed he’d been cheated and sued the state election board in the Connecticut Supreme court. Same old Louie, I thought. Dad was right … once a loser, always a loser. I really thought never come across a worse loser than Louie the Loser. But then came the 2020 presidential election. So Mom was right, too. Never say never.

Footnote:  This story is fiction although most of the detail of my home town and some of the names are real.  You may want to think of it as a parable, a simple story used to illustrate a moral or spiritual lesson.   Or you might look at is as a cathartic, a way to release some of my frustration over the actions of our outgoing president.   Or maybe its just a way to pass the time until January 20.   Comments are welcomed as long as they are respectful.

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One Comment on “Louie the Loser, Pt. 2”

  1. Ron Forsyth Says:

    It is not that you lose, but how you handle it. Some people can not handle the truth, that they lost, whether it is a game, a business deal, or an election.

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