Growing Up I’m going to take a break from writing a flying column every week and instead start writing a new one called “Growing Up.” I have so many memories piled up in my head, it’s probably time to start writing about at least a few of them. The crazier, the better, because the time I came of age (graduated high school in 1973) was such a special period in American history. Like Dylan once wrote: The times (really were) a changing. That period, by the way, represents a generational shift in American life. The 1950s were on the way out,