Some years ago, Bob Rose asked me to speak to his 12th-grade Roosevelt High School social-studies class. It was during the Gulf War, and the two things I remember are that the room looked like a used bookstore (ratty magazines and second-hand paperbacks piled everywhere) and that the kids had a much better grasp of what was going on in Kuwait than anyone pontificating on TV. A teacher-figure straight from central casting--white-haired, earnest-looking, with a dash of ridicule around the eyes--Rose hovered in the background, jumping in occasionally with what seemed to be random questions: "What do you think?" "What... More >>>