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April 21, 2008
Everyone remembers The Kid Who Puked.

“Sixth grade, Social Studies, two desks ahead of me. Red-headed kid, brown flannel shirt and khakis.”

“Fourth grade, Mark Williams, all over the aisle. His mom had always made him leave when there was a sex-ed lecture; he was the only kid who had to.”

Even Jen’s mom remembered that fateful day in 1962:

“The small kid with the black-rimmed glasses who wore the same white tee-shirt every day, in the hallway, all over his shoes.”

Where are they now? We wondered. Did they know that they were being defined by a singular event?