A co-worker once told me they envied how I ambled through the building in a way that indicates zero stress. What they were witnessing, I said, was my habit of hiding what’s really going on under all that gray hair, because I am, in fact, a worrier. Which is why when Evergreen Park Community High School, from which I graduated in 1967, informed me of my selection for their hall of fame, I was elated and honored, but not for very long.