By HERB DONALDSON
Special to The News
Years ago, when I was a senior at Wakulla High School, my friend, Karen McKenzie, and I, would leave a class or two early, skip town and make our way to the Governor’s Square Mall. We were seniors and took ruthless advantage of this newly found freedom at every chance.
One day, Karen was in one of her more depressive states, and all she wanted to do was go to the St. Marks Lighthouse for a moment to ‘breathe.’