James Tate won’t miss much if he doesn’t go to the Shelton High senior prom. Chances are, the dance will be lousy with the kind of neolithic deans and administrators who crush imagination and romanticism and with whom he might have to trade phony pleasantries. As it is, he’s leaving the place a smoldering ruin, a target of international ridicule. That’s the best revenge. And no one has been physically hurt.
The Blogster remembers another young man, Clarence Jackson, who was a day late in finally finding a multi-million-dollar lottery ticket. Over the years, attempts by the Legislature to “give the kid the money” have failed. Actually, the Blogster is wondering: If the General Assembly gets into the act to help Tate, the resulting law may not only force Shelton High to buy his tux and rent the limo, but will include a giveback to Jackson, too. Hey, it could happen.