Penn State freshman
Joseph Dado died early last Sunday morning in circumstances that may be all too easy for many of us to imagine ourselves in. The friends he went out with Saturday night had already taken off by the time he decided to leave the party they had attended together. He was
somewhat buzzed perhaps, but was apparently confident that he could make it home safely. Instead he suffered a fatal head trauma from falling off a ledge between two buildings on campus.
When I was Joe's age, my girlfriends and I had a custom. One of us would be the "designated chaperon" for the evening. It was sort of like the "designated driver." She wouldn't drink and would keep an eye on the rest of us to make sure we didn't get into any kind of trouble. Maybe it is time to re-institute this custom. What do you think?