High school was like this: a bus in the snow heading off to do battle, all your friends together. It's been decades since I saw any of these people, and I can tell you that the hair on the middle-right is Lisa A., and the face popping up on the left is David B. The fellow with the sunglasses - the sunglasses, in the bus, in the snow, was Jack Fischer, the second coach.

I think he was gay.

Oh, just kidding; if he'd been any more flaming, Red Adair would have been called. But here's the thing about high school Fargo c. 1976: it was known, shrugged, accepted, ignored, whatever; just wasn't an issue. I mean, when the bus stopped and he practically pranced off the bus singing "Ciggy-butt!" it was, well, Jack. I don't remember anyone ever talking about THAT, or caring in the least; he was a great teacher. He would still be a great teacher, I suspect.

Vital one year, gaunt the next, and dead of leukemia.