THERE is no way of avoiding it, and Bill Brock does not want one to: he is a super-regular guy, the median of Middle Americans, giant of the jaycees. To Brock, citizenship is service. He could see the need more than a decade ago from his office in the family candy firm, when he was appalled by a survey that showed widespread functional illiteracy below the levels of the Chattanooga society in which he lived. He and his friends organized their own training program, and Brock started coming down from his plush home atop...
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