Bill was a Schmuck, the ungainly lanky fellow who carried his school work in an old leather satchel his dad had carried to school. Bill never cut classes, he did his homework every night before he brushed his teeth and then went straight to to bed. He was clumsy and no good at sports except golf, and who played golf in high school back in the 60s and 70s! Bill never had a date to go to the school dances with, but he was a...

Late spring junior year at CHS, and the little fox has teased me long enough. I have a plan. I sat next to her the entire class and tried to pay attention to the lecture, American History. Sidelong glances: she knew she was being surveilled. The bell rings. Unexpected by her, I grab her hand and don’t let go, practically drag-push her along. After a moment, she quits her ‘futile resistance’, smiles and walks by my side. M...