"High School is the place where poetry goes to die." ~ Billy Collins I'm not sure whether or not my high school experience included an attempted murder or poetry. But mine was an unusual and invigorating place, so maybe the poetic anemia of other schools wasn't so much a factor during my four years in a bucolic boarding school in New England. Yes, there were warts, but no poetry fatwa. And that ...
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Reunion
I've just returned from my 25th high school reunion. For the mathematically challenged (and I am one), that means that I graduated from high school 9,125 days ago. Approximately. Plenty. It feels like yesterday. Well, it does except for a quarter century's already fuzzy adventures and misadventures that have accrued since executing one of the most clever and ...