Our gang

At breakfast at the Phoenicia Diner one morning, my soon-to-be-25-year-old son Nick talked about this bunch of area kids his age who all know each other. A couple of them may have finished community college, and the others have dropped out somewhere along the educational path. Some would like to finish college if they could. Others vehemently reject that route.

These are not your standard college kids thirsty for knowledge and eager for career advancement. They’re the opposite, cynical about . . .


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