Back in 1959, when my all-male Catholic high school in Manila staged The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial by Herman Wouk, the Christian Brother (F.S.C.) in charge of the drama club arbitrarily assigned me to take care of publicity. I was all of fifteen years old. What did I know about writing press releases, or how to…
Our NRA Father, which art in America, Hallowed be thy Second Amendment. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done in schoolyards and college campuses, As it is in movie theaters and convention centers. Give us this day our daily massacre. And forgive us our assault weapons, As we slaughter them that trespass against us. And…
For some unfathomable reason, in the summer of 1969, when I was a new student at the University of Kansas, I decided to audition for a couple of Shakespeare plays being presented on the main stage at Murphy Hall. On the form that I filled out at the audition, I indicated that I did not want…