9 March 2006, by Webmaster
I guess it is fair to say that I was a member of a counterculture when I was a teenager. My hero was Milton Friedman. I didn’t care for Punk Rock, never spiked my hair, and never pierced any part of my body. My period of rebelliousness was rather staid. In fact, my college years were spent battling the counterculture (which dominates most universities) as an editor of a conservative student publication. Then, unlike a college friend who went on to get her Ph.D. in sociology, doing field (...)