The Death of an Idea

Abstract

Introduction:  The kid with the tousled hair looked like the silent type.  Since I was a visitor to the class, I did not know his name, but I imagined that it was Bruce.  "Bruce" had the barest hint of a smile about the edges of his mouth, and he had bright blue eyes.  It was the sparkle in those eyes that convinced me Bruce had a lot of creative thought hidden behind his silent manner.