We are living through an age in which life is cheap and is being callously discarded and disregarded. In late winter of 1966, my high school friend John, who was just 18, drove his car into a bridge abutment and died instantly. Something had gone terribly wrong. John had gone off to a good Midwestern college, been elected president of his class, and excelled in his studies, but then he went home at the end of his first semester and refused to return to school. John was a young man with a slight build and an effeminate and tentative manner,...