Several times a week I drive past Fremont High School, and occasionally I drive by during the noon hour. Lunchtime at the high school means clusters of kids laughing and dancing and joking around in couples and groups, up and down Foothill. Usually I see them darting in and out of the convenient stores and lining up at the taco trucks and food stands. But on Friday I saw two guys preparing to mix it up on the corner, a couple of blocks from the school. I don’t know if they actually got into a brawl, but their body language suggested conflict and agression. I hope that cooler heads prevailed.