After graduation in 1973, Molly and I had a nomadic five or six years before finding meaningful ways of making a living. Molly received a Masters in Interior Design from Pratt Institute in Brooklyn in 1983, and has practiced as a designer and project manager. She now devotes her efforts in social and policy actions to respond to threats to our climate and environment. I received an Ed.M. from Boston University and a Ph.D. from SUNY at Stony Brook in Clinical Psychology and Psychobiology in 1984. Subsequently, I was fortunate to have faculty positions at University of Massachusetts Medical School, Harvard Medical School and the Indiana University Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I have carried out research and published numerous studies on the neurobiology and psychology of neurodegenerative disorders, psychosis, bipolar disorder and the psychopharmacology of cannabis. I am semi-retired and have enjoyed the opportunity to play keyboard and flute duets with Molly, run adult education classes, learn Latin, practice Zen meditation & yoga and help my son in parenting his daughter. It is a delight to read for pleasure again, rather than for my work. We frequently enjoy evenings of transporting musical performance by students and faculty at the Indiana University Conservatory. Our children and grandchildren are doing well and have brought us a lot of joy (and occasional challenges).

Oberlin gave me a broad appreciation of contemporary art, literature and music which has enriched my life. I am grateful to the scholars, artists, performers and fellow students who opened up my perceptual and mental horizons in those four years.

Some Memories:

Doing Tai Chi in the courtyard of Asia House with Wang Ming.
Fabulous Tales of Modern Artists from Ellen Johnson.
Discussions of Jewish Mysticism with Cheryl.
Listening to recordings of John Fahey and Leonard Cohen with John and Stew.
Discovering the strange worlds of Zap and Firesign Theater after a few tokes with R. and S.
Experiencing a performance by Merce Cunningham and John Cage.
Listening to Ram Das in Ed Nylander's yoga group. Could I ever Be Here Now?
Having my first Indian dinner with Joanie: a vivid spectrum of new tastes and aromas.
Meeting and listening to the writers that Stuart Friebert and David Young invited to Oberlin, and finding that spoken words had a presence very different than words embedded in a page.
Starting the morning with a tab of mescaline after breakfast at Dascomb with J.
Working at the Youngstown Steel Hot Strip Mill in the summer, where slabs of steel at 1200 degrees F were pressed into sheets. Then, in the fall, joining the leisure class at Oberlin College in an Arkadian setting. In either setting, the other seemed completely unreal.
Rescued from the solitude of night by Phyllis, another insomniac.
Puzzling over relationships with the other sex with Malcolm. What was this feminism thing? Were men really unnecessary?
The Zen of gymnastics with Dan Millman.
Traveling to Washington DC in the back of a U-Haul truck to protest against the War, sleeping on the floor of Duncan's house. His mother was a gracious hostess to us radicals.
A semester upended after the Kent State shootings.
Talking with Amy about politics and society. She would study Law at Harvard and do great things to improve life for the oppressed in our country.
Puzzling over a wordless yearbook.
Getting married to Molly in Fairchild Chapel instead of graduating in May of 1973. Turned out to be the right decision, although it maybe took a few decades to be sure.

It is striking to compare the social and technological utopianism of our college years with the dystopian view of the future that is so pervasive now.