A few nights ago, I interviewed my neighbor Ken, a burly, bald software contractor for the Colonial Pipeline who favors cargo pants, polo shirts and serious boots. He looks like he could be 55, but in fact will turn 70 in February, and is almost certainly the oldest student at Georgia State University.
Although he has math and computer science degrees from Georgia Tech, Ken is working toward bachelors and masters degrees, and a second career as a researcher in criminal justice. His GPA is 4.0.
Ken is not a church-goer, and but he mentioned taking a drug-counseling course and the 12-step program’s belief in a higher power. "As far as I can tell," he said, referring to needing the help of a higher power "that’s true of everything, not just for addiction."
It was just about the last thing I expected to hear from a guy who once told me "I never feel safe," and whose passion is "the tactical self-defense culture" — the legal use of deadly force for self-defense. He has also dedicated more than 20 years to becoming a marksman with pistols, particularly the GLOCK, which puts him in the "praise God and pass the ammunition" school of theology.