Roy Exum: ‘Just Kick Him Hard’ Sunday, May 23, 2021 - by Roy Exum There came a day, right around my seventeenth birthday, when my family superiors decided that I should transfer my brawn to my brain. I had made the innocent mistake at age 12 of asking Mother for a dollar so I could join my chums for a picture show at the old Martin Theatre and then a plate of burgers at the Krystal on 7th and Cherry. Instead, I was taken before my grandfather who extolled virtues of a working man and, from that point on, if I wasn’t in school I was working for $1.00 an hour.