It is the winter of 1973. Spurning Mr. Edwards’ social studies class (that’s what they called history then), I fake an early dismissal slip (actually, my wisdom tooth was fine,…
Patterson’s Perspective by Mark Patterson


It is the winter of 1973. Spurning Mr. Edwards’ social studies class (that’s what they called history then), I fake an early dismissal slip (actually, my wisdom tooth was fine,…