When I was growing up in Stony Point, N.Y., a half-century ago, the schoolyard had its share of bullies – people who would try to intimidate you into acting or talking just like them.
Me being a bit of a loudmouth even then, I had a tendency to push back. Of course, the stakes weren’t usually too high. Just public humiliation and maybe being shoved to the ground or wrestled into submission. Nor were these debates of great consequence. Could be a fight about the Monkees vs. the Beatles or the Mets vs. the Yankees, but the underlying principle was the same as what we fight over now: Do I have a…
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