On Growing, Learning, and the Fallacy of "Stupidity"When I was a boy, small in size but full of questions, I learned early that the world had a way of shaping you into something or someone else. It was a harsh world, one where to be anything less than perfect was to be looked at as foolish, as stupid. The boys in school, the teachers, even the men

The Slippery Slope of DramaA man who minds his own business seldom makes the news. He goes to work. He comes home. He pays his bills and keeps his peace. There is nothing in that to feed people who hunger for noise. So they leave him alone—for a while. Then they grow bored, and they begin to talk.Drama starts small. It nearly always does. A sente