There was one kid on our block who never wanted to play handball and we always wondered why. He was a nice kid who was good at all kinds of sports and when he put on boxing gloves, we saw that he could fight like hell. But, what did he ever have against handball? One day he confided to two of us he could trust and came clean. "My mother won't let me play that game because she's afraid I might ruin my fingers," he said. It turned out this kid from a poor neighborhood was taking piano lessons, his mother scraping up the few dollars for weekly lessons. Now, a kid on our block was not going to tell everybody that