“When your folks dropped you off at the old Sears building on Ponce to report to the Draft, you walked up the steps, went through the glass doors and slowly started to feel this was a lot more serious than you thought. Bigger than everything else that had been going on around you.  So many questions with no answers. You were taking steps into a different world facing the biggest lessons of young manhood yet. You stretched tall and walked full stride to your head’s familiar whisper: ‘Ain’t nothin’ but a thing.’”