I left Cornell (BA in English) to do an MA at SUNY Buffalo, then
back to Cornell in '64 for a PhD in English (but it took me 12 years to
finish it).
Returning to Cornell as a grad student I met and married (1966) Alison
Householder, a fellow graduate student in Comparative Literature.
I was in the Army ('67-'69), headed first, I thought, to West Point
(to teach), got orders instead to go to Vietnam, but ended up diverted
with the rest of my Area Intelligence class to Europe--Munich, Germany,
no less. Talk about dumb luck!
I came out here in 1970 to Ohio Wesleyan University as an instructor
to teach English while I worked on my dissertation.
Been here ever since, with my wife who now chairs the English Dept.
at Otterbein College nearby, and with our children, Tim, born in '77, living
around the corner from us with our two grandchildren (Colin, 5 and
Liam 3). Our daughter, Sarah, is starting college--three different ones
in her first year.
Alison and I now consider ourselves pretty well acculturated Buckeyes.
You know you're living in an Ohio state of mind when you no longer flinch
to hear your children call a bag a 'sack,' say 'pop' for 'soda,' or tell
you that the 'light bulb needs changed,' or the dog, lawn, or house needs
walked, watered or painted. Or when your neighbor sees you pushing
a hand-mower and says, "You look tahr'd pooshin' that hand-moor. You wanna
borra my para-moor?"
Classmates
quiz:
Once
it was pointed out we were already past the access road for Vonnegut's
motel, I veered off the road, rather adroitly I thought, behind the little
Donut shop just beyond, where a dirt track led past the old Delaware
Mausoleum down through a few weeds to the motel parking lot. Vonnegut,
visiting campus for a public affairs series on Censorship I was coordinating,
was soon looking to catch a ride with somebody else next time.