I first saw “The Outsiders” in its initial theatrical release in the spring of 1983. At the time, I was a twelve year old kid in junior high like Ponyboy Curtis. Though I definitely had more in common with a Soc than a Greaser, I honed in on Ponyboy’s adolescent rumblings of confusion, anger and disconnection, as well as his desire to belong, to fit-in and to simply get along.