It was a warm, sunny day in the fall of 1979, or, at least, that’s how I remember it, at this distance in time. Summer break was ended, and I was on the first day of my senior year of high school. Before class, my footsteps took me where they generally did when I wasn’t required to be somewhere else – the Journalism room. I had spent my sophomore and junior years on the school newspaper, one of the few things in my high school career I found enjoyable. I had already learned one thing: Our faculty advisor, one of the few teachers I actually looked up to, had pushed me forward as the school paper’s Opinion Editor for my senior year.
Mind you that was a lot like giving a maniac a loaded gun.
I caused a lot of controversy that year. I wasn’t a fan of the jock contingent in our school, and they were the occasional target of the few inches of column space I held as my own personal…
