It was 1969. I was 15. “The Sixties” was far from dead. ’68 was last year. Just. Next door. Nixon was just really getting started. Exxon (wasn’t it just Enco back then? before Enco it was Esso, and somewhere in there it had been Humble: Humble - Esso - Enco - Exxon, a strange progression in aggression) was just really getting started. Gasoline was $.30 a gallon.

I started the tenth grade that fall at George Rogers Clark Ballard Memorial High School. Or simply, Ballard High School. It was to become an appropriate name.