The pull-up bar still graces the back of the door in Mr. Saunders’ old room.  I remember always being amazed that a man with such girth could be an all-out vegan.  Yet Skip Saunders was.  When students involved in class publications traveled to a conference in New Mexico, he chaperoned and thus became the first person I’ve ever witnessed order a pizza without the cheese.  In class, he regaled us with stories about the balance of good and evil—Paradise Lost, Faustus (Marlowe’s Versio...