Here’s a random story that crossed my mind while on the topic of class reunions… Once upon a time in high school, there was a girl named Rhonda Wilson. She was a nice girl, heart of gold, but Rhonda wasn’t on the top of the list to be asked to the spring dance by the boys. Oh, and she was also a bit butch. I’m not saying she was a lesbian, but she was more man than a lot of guys I knew. She also loved using power tools in shop class. I, on the other hand, was a bit lanky and ...