Social Obligations
Feb 12, 2019
2 minutes
By Capt. Bill Pike
hat?” I yelled. Or at least, that’s what I think I yelled, many moons ago, when I was teetering on the ragged edge of teenagery. My English teacher had just informed me that my upcoming summer vacation would be obliterated by summer-school classes, one every weekday, for weeks on end, down in a dank, musty basement. Although I was not totally resistant
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