How ‘bout my neighborhood drug-dealing pimps? One night, I was playing at Astronomy and gazing through my big binoculars. I was absorbed in the positions of Jupiter’s moons when I heard someone say, “Hey a**hole! You spyin’ on us or whut?”

I looked toward the voice and found three thugs pointing three guns at me. I tried to reason with them, but reason is lost on the ignorant. They finally decided I wasn’t going to cause trouble and left.

They were wrong. Let’s just say they left the area two days later.

Freedom is not free. Free men are not equal. Equal men are not free.