Letter to the Editor
I am still haunted by the shrill ring of the telephone at 4 a.m. on Saturday, Oct. 17, 1992. Most phone calls at that hour are not good. It wasn’t. The All-School Favorite of the Central Texas high school where I lived had been killed due to drunk driving. He had gotten drunk, and driving 90 mph, lost control of his Luv pickup. Hit a 4-inch diameter tree in the median of I-35. Killed instantly.
