Abstract

When I was five years old I joined The Roy Rogers Riders Club, along with every other kid in the neighborhood. I approached my first code of conduct with unbridled enthusiasm. Members, Roy said, were “expected to follow the rules faithfully.” I tried. But I soon learned not only that I didn't follow them, but that I couldn't. Let me explain.

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