When people ask me how much formal education I’ve had, I usually say, “Not enough to hurt me.”

On April 11, 1968 I boarded an old Pan Am jet at Cam Rahn air base, headed for Fort Lewis, Washington, to trade in my jungle fatigues for a steak dinner, a new uniform and a flight home to Boston after a year in Vietnam.

I had an excitement headache for three days.

At SeaTac airport, my pain turned to shock when a group of college students lined up to yell “baby killers, murderers and war criminals” at us as we boarded our planes for our final leg on our much anticipated journey home.

I am reminded of that day as I see young college students today with just enough intelligence to be dangerous, wreaking havoc all over the country today.

Blocking traffic, destroying works of art and being a danger to society.

College should be called institutions of lower learning.

Rinse and spit.