An accidental reveal
In life, we sometimes come across things that we were not meant to see. Things from behind the scenes if you will. In high school we had a large student body. Larger than my eventual university to give us some scale. And, at one point, circulation of an underground newspaper began. Silly stuff. Some gossip some jokes but completely anonymous. The masthead proclaimed it, anonymous. End of one particular weekend morning I showed up at the school to go to basketball practice. No, I was not a star. But, during a break, I got across to the other side of the building to go to my locker. Where I store all of my treasure if you will. And, in the hallway by the lockers, I met some of my classmates. On a Saturday. Not there for basketball or band. I had to know why and they refused to give me any kind of clue. And so, like any child detective, I put the clues together. The next issue of the newspaper came out two days later. Properly mimeographed. This was not a basement production obviously. Can I put the dots to the lines and realize that I had walked into an editorial meeting for that newspaper. I never revealed what I knew to anyone else. I have however kept track of the people who were in that hallway. And of the five involved two have had careers as lawyers one has been a top official for a government office and the other two moved away. If you ask me who was on the staff of that newspaper I have no reason to give their names. You will never read that newspaper. But I know that being in the right place at the right time is how most secrets are revealed. Sadly, I have not kept any of the back issues but I wonder if those staff members have them hidden away in their personal archives. A question to ponder.
