COMMENTARY

DAYTON–One of my best friends I met for the first time at the swimming pool. I was five and so was he. We sized each other up, decided we’d be friends, and we are to this day some sixty years later.

We would swim until the chlorine turned our eyeballs pink, walk through the alley and along Main Street to the grocery store where we’d get a Slurpee or sometimes we’d head to the house for a coupla bo...