My High School Reunion: We’re a Messed Up Generation

No single role model, not an intellectual, not a warrior, nor a politician. Class of 71, you children of the heart of the city and country: The group picture at the halfway point, is drab and depressing.

We were 219. Ten have already passed away, 18 emigrated, 14 disappeared, and two became religious. We were 219 kids, with 2,190 dreams. We were the first...