I Never Metaphor I Didn’t Like

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It was late-fall, 1962, and I was in my lesser year at theUniversity of North Dakota. A charming American president with a grand vision had been in office for almost two years, and development for racial equality drove by a smooth Southern minister with a similarly great vision, was beginning to flourish everywhere throughout the country. I was not tuned into these turns of events, however, for my needs lay elsewhere. I was the leader of my crew, VP of the understudy senate, an individual from the renowned Blue Key help clique, and an official of golden Feather, an exceptionally specific enthusiasm club that had the fortunate errand of selecting supporters of the school’s athletic groups.