"Now, that is an article title; High School: Living in a bubble. It is exactly what it was. When I think of all the heavy social issues like race, drugs, ad infinitum and then think of our High School years, it was mostly fun; the issues of breakups, tests at school, all those heavy issues were what we were doing.

I was telling Lupe, Meg's 12 year old, recently of sitting and waiting for baseball to start: I was in my Dad's 52 Chevy and it was before school started and we were having two practices a day; I would get there early, like six thirty and practice started at seven or something like that and I would listen to Elvis on the radio: Hound Dog, Don't Be Cruel and watch the clock and dread what was to follow. Yet, great memories. Nothing like it. "