Darryl was in my class a zillion years ago, way before I began my career at Packemin. He was a special education student, one of the first to be main streamed (this was something new in the '80s.)
I remember his smile and how easy he was to cajole him into working. Academics wasn't his strenght, but his charm made up for his academic deficiencies. The thing I remember most about Darryl was the dirty green hoodie he wore day in and day out. The hood was always pulled over his head. My husband met Darryl at the San Gennaro street fair. The hood took nothing away from the warm greeting and the handshake. Darryl was a pussy cat who would never harm a fly.
Over the years, in the college ans well as high school, I have seen many students in hoodies. My son loves hoodies. Pat Robertson says criminals wear hoodies. Well, good teens wear hoodies too. How do people like this get an audience?
