Something just occurred to me. Baguio might have been a significant part of the lives of the childhood monsters I spoke of previously. They may be -- or some might not be, in fairness to the guys who try to be good -- fine products of rigorous training in Fort del Pilar, Camp Dangwa, or Teachers Camp. They might have been proud graduates at some point in time, and might have even had their smiling, triumphant pictures beside their beaming parents published in the Baguio Midland Courier.
Just a thought.