As a child did you ever play the game “tag”? I certainly did. I can still remember the screams and yelps of delight and fright as the sun went down on a hot summer night, sticky arms and legs from sweat, grass-stained knees, tousled near-dreadlocked hair stuck together with watermelon Now and Laters, scuffed bare feet scrambling in a blur to out pace “It.” Once tagged by “It” the tables would abruptly turn and, in a flash, the chasee became the chaser . The... Read more