I was born in 1943 and grew up in Coatesville, Pennsylvania, a steel town where there were not many activities for boys. You could go to the YMCA, or you could join a Boy Scout Troop. My brother and I joined a Troop at a local Presbyterian church, and in time, we both earned the Eagle Scout Award.
The crowbar clanged against steel, echoing in the cramped room. Preston Redfield wiped the sweat and dust from his forehead and pulled again. Nothing. Hours had passed. Everyone else had gone home. The benches and cabinets lining the wall wobbled loose, but no matter how hard he yanked, kicked, or…
