When the 1960s ended, San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury district reverted to high rent, and many hippies moved down the
coast to Santa Cruz. They had children and got married, too, though in no particular sequence. But they didn't name their
children Melissa or Brett. People in the mountains around Santa Cruz grew accustomed to their children playing Frisbee with
little Time Warp or Spring Fever. And eventually Moonbeam, Earth, Love and Precious Promise all ended up in public school.
That's when the kindergarten teachers first met Fruit Stand. Every fall, according to tradition, parents bravely apply
name tags to their children, kiss them good-bye and send them off to school on the bus. So it was for Fruit Stand. The teachers
thought the boy's name was odd, but they tried to make the best of it.
"Would you like to play with the blocks, Fruit Stand?" they offered. And later, "Fruit Stand, how about a snack?" He
accepted hesitantly. By the end of the day, his name didn't seem much odder than Heather's or Sun Ray's.
At dismissal time, the teachers led the children out to the buses. "Fruit Stand, do you
know which one is your bus?"
He didn't answer. That wasn't strange. He hadn't answered them all day. Lots of children are shy on the first day
of school. It didn't matter. The teachers had instructed the parents to write the names of their children's bus stops on the
reverse side of their name tags. The teacher simply turned over the tag. There, neatly printed, was the word "Anthony."
Luanne Oleas in Salinas, Calif.,