Augusta Chronicle, The (GA)
October 8, 1997
Like everyone else who wasn't a bully, we were terrorized by a bully or two in the days of our youth. Our favorite was a guy who would always eat his breakfast cereal by a picture window in his house, and whenever we walked by he'd bolt out of the house in a storm of upended Cocoa Puffs and milk and start raining punches on us.
More than a few times, we'd look longingly at the Charles Atlas ads in the back of our comic books. Mr. Atlas would teach you, via a mail program, how to deal with
