My old friend MikeK was not only a firm believer in his right to be anywhere, anytime but also believed that his right to move his mouth to emit sounds was protected by the Constitution. Where we grew up in the Brownsville/East New York section of Brooklyn, his beliefs guaranteed a short but painful life. You want an example? When we were in High School, we played a really poor Boy’s High football team away. We had a great team and the score at the end of the half was like 52-0 and three of their best players had already been carried off. Boy’s High had the reputation of providing vocational training for prison, so when Mike suggested we stroll over to their side of the field to the only refreshment stand, he got no takers. Most of us were, frankly, planning our emergency route home—planning to skip out silently some time in the middle of the third quarter. Surprisingly, a bunch of Boy’s High fans beat the stuffing out of Mike and took his money. Who knew?
So what did I take away from this?