Depression

  • An Hourglass and a Flower Pot

    An Hourglass and a Flower Pot

    It’s the fall of 1987. There’s a new kid on the school bus. An Army brat, if I remember, or maybe the son of a frequently-transferred corporate executive. He was at our Catholic high school for such a small amount of time that I barely remember his name.  Yet, wearing a leather bomber jacket and…