It was a late afternoon in May of 1976. I was hanging out in the journalism department of Snyder High School because it was my go-to place of acceptance and serenity—a place where what I had to offer the world was welcomed with open arms.
That afternoon, my newspaper adviser got a phone call from the Snyder Daily News editor.
He asked her to send “the best boy she had wh...
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