TOP

Print Features

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The words drummed in my brain as I worked on committing Marc Antony’s speech to memory. Notecards placed around our home prompted me: “Friends, Romans, countrymen…”

“Everyone get in the car. We’re going to do something fun tonight,” I said. Everyone was already suspicious. It was dark and rainy and more than one member of the family was looking forward to a warm, dry night at