In nineteen forty eight, when I was a mere sapling of eight, I was reared in the provincial Buchanan Valley of Adams County, a rifle shot fromGettysburg, Pennsylvania, and some fifty years removed from Philadelphia.All elementary students in our valley were reluctantly incarcerated in a two room schoolhouse of eight grades of mostly mayhem named Strasbaugh School, full of tight fisted boys and precocious giggling girls; an environment wherein a six...