I don’t like the clean-shaven boy with the necktie and the good job. I like desperate men, men with broken teeth and broken minds and broken ways. They interest me. They are full of surprises and explosions. Charles Bukowski When I was in high school, we each had a locker at the back of the classroom, in which to store our coats and bags and books. On the inside door of each locker, we'd hang photos of our celebrity hearthrobs. My classmates chose the teen stars of our generation: Rob Lowe, Emilio Estevez, Tom Cruise. My own locker photo was of Robert De Niro in
I guess we never know which of our seeds will germinate, but sooner or later there will be sprouts, maybe even from seeds that fell on the road accidentally while we were planting other ones?
Solidarity IS a verb. It's taken me a long time to learn that too!