From time to time, I like to leaf through my high-school yearbook, reflecting on the fact that the hair and clothing styles of the time made us all look like lunatics. In my own photo, my odd jacket and long, featureless haircut make it appear as if I'm hoping my class will elect me Bellhop of the Year.

A friend of mine from high school recently visited, and we opened the yearbook to take stock of what we were like when we were young and clueless. "There," my friend said, sta ...

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