School Story:
Beach Boys and Beatles, buds and girlfriends, driving all over Wichita during school hours for the mass choir events, letting (giving in to?) John Mosier for him to shift the column stick on my first car, the ever-racy '52 Nash convertible! Proms, scraping into the Lettermen's Club senior year (thanks, Coach Graham), working on the night moves, but never really figuring anything out until well after graduation.
Was I really that naive? Well, at least it made for a relatively innocent and carefree childhood/adolescence. That is very difficult to come by, these days.