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.

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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...