As I said at the time …
What’s amazing that I was able to somehow go from oh-so-white-middle-and-working-class high school to the hippie realm in a span of just four years. Could it even be the same person? Damn, I’ve been lucky at times!
Here she was, the three-day (or however many) cheerleader from the Biggest City in America, now with me, the Eagle Scout and one-time biochemist hopeful turned flower-child yogi from a place I thought was hilly. Me, the one some had hoped would become a minister, now turned agnostic/logical positivist, with someone who’d grown up at leftist rallies. Sounds like something they’d shoot out of a cannon at the circus while you applauded.
Should we talk about who was greener, in the sense of naïve, when we met?
But she came at the turning point. One where our shared idealism met at a crossing. And we were soon off, our own separate trajectories.
Fortunately, we parted on speaking terms. And still do.