I was a new kid in 5th grade at Patrick Henry. This would have been 1966.

Graffiti as an art was in its infancy back then. Some nameless miscreant tagged the short brick wall around the school’s traffic oval with a single word in black spray paint.

“Bosom.”

Perhaps the most wholesome graffiti ever. Chaste, even.

For some reason the my Dad thought the graffiti was funny. For the next 30 years, he would call the school “Patrick Bosom” as often as not.