On the Web everyone is faceless and ageless. I remember being 17 myself, but since I'm 42, Holy Cow, you could be my son.

When I was in high school, no one cared if you carried a pocketknife. The authorities were worried only about switchblades! The worst thing you could do was be caught smoking (plain old cigarettes) in the rest rooms.

Times sure have changed, and not for the better.