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184 AN T I OC H CO L L E G E C L A S S O F 19 6 5 5 0 t h A N N I V E R S A R Y B O O K V I N C E N T for their annual custom-made sale, and I had the new title of assistant buyer, but with no change in pay. It was a fortunate change for me, as the benefit was working for Mr. Eugene Quint, a wonderful boss and great mentor in this Big City. With demanding “Custom Tailor” custom- ers, he taught lessons in skills useful later for my years of law practice. When I was sent on errands about the city, he sometimes told me what to look for in the neighborhoods (especially the 7th Ave. Garment district and Madison Ave. advertis- ing center) and notable places to lunch. I was eager to explore new places. I was able to hear a session at the United Nations also on com- pany time. It gave more meaning as I pursued my eventual major in po- litical science. New York had an 18-year old drinking age at that time. Still en- joy an occasional Manhattan (with a toast to the City), but not ever again a drop of Scotch. Other finds in that old trunk and also a forgotten briefcase in- cluded ID cards from a co-op job in Washington, D.C. President Kennedy was in the White House, and Astronaut John Glenn had a he- ro’s parade (souvenir button found in trunk). I wanted to work with an archi- tectural firm.My task at this Dupont Circle firm of architects was to as- sess and record basement sizes for potential fall-out shelters. Guess my co-op advisor didn’t know of my Student Peace Union affiliation. Did discover the many neighbor- hoods of D.C., and that I had an in- tuitive instinct for a building’s age and style, which had to be noted on the form, and winning several bets against some of the architects in the group. Being from the west coast, this exposure to the many schools of architecture in the east was groundwork for a continued in- terest in architecture. The result of those nationwide basement studies was those rather daunting black and yellow “Fall-Out Shelter” signs on buildings throughout the country. One benefit was the close proxim- ity to the Phillips Gallery, still then in its old corner mansion. Could take my bag lunch, sit in an arm- chair, and enjoy the Impressionist paintings. Pierre Bonnard became my favorite. As for the fallout shelter sur- vey, Horace Mann probably would not count this a notable victory for humanity. Now wonder if the Cold War lessons are forgotten as we chill again with Putin, both in the Kremlin and the Ukraine. Next adventures in co-op jobs had me working as an electrician’s apprentice with union wages in a refinery and as an assistant cura- tor for decorative arts at the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn, Mich., the latter being good training for exploring garage sales, the for- mer, something in which I had no interest. College classes and those short quarters allowed so little time for practical exploration. One exciting social history course needed origi- nal research, so with a classmate, off to interview Kentucky’s Governor, A.B. Chandler, with my little tape- recorder (recording found in the trunk), as we were doing a paper on “Primary Education in Hazard County, Kentucky.” Hitchhiking into the coal-mining area was exciting, especially as we were warned off, should we be mistaken for union organizers, and not likely to return. People were friendly, helpful if not wary of us, and nothing untoward happened. Though I left Antioch in my third year, finishing college and law school in California, I am forever thankful that such a place as Antioch exists. The friends I made there re- main and give me great satisfaction. The self-confidence gained, invalu- able.Viva Antioch! Ah so, that period of time doesn’t even count towards the 50 years since 1965. So more briefly, I will try: did join Peace Corps training for build- ing water culvert systems in Sierra Leone, at UCLA no less, all men, staying in garden apartments ad- jacent to the campus and eating meals at an all-women’s dormitory (Mira Hershey) close by, to our youthful distraction and involve- ment. Overseen by psychologists, some peeking around to see how we interacted or subjecting us to the new thing called “group ther- apy-sensitivity training.”After three months, it was decided that I didn’t have the temperament for water A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z