Your piece reminds me of things worth remembering, Richard. I had the same experience in school (except Nixon was the president). It left me unprepared for something I encountered when I was posted to Naval Station Keflavik, Iceland in '75. (We tracked Soviet subs en route between their base at Polyarny and the U.S. east coast.) A small percentage of our 5,500 service men and women were gay. My first encounter with this was while standing a fire-and-security watch in the barracks one night, when I heard an alarming commotion in a room, busted in, and found two women horizontal and superimposed within the tight confines of a Navy bunk. I talked it over with my petty officer afterwards, and she set me straight (no pun intended). We were on a busy base. There was more than enough work to go around. Under the circumstances, the most important question about anyone was, did they pull their own weight. If they did, they were good people. If they didn't, they weren't. Sexual preferences weren't relevant, so long as they didn't adversely affect good order and discipline. I wish I'd heard that kind of common sense back in school.