High school is hell, but a high school bully, self-named Danger, contributed more than his share to my hell on earth.  Not just in school.  Everywhere.  Even my after school jobs.  I longed for revenge. After school jobs were easy to get in the 60’s.  Job hunting meant getting three jobs in one day and picking the best.  The winner was a drug store.  A sixteen year old’s dream: being able to gaze and...