Summer, 1959, 19 years old, listening to the very same Gerry Mulligan album I'm listening to now at 76; in Berkeley, a transfer to Cal from Cal Tech but a dropout in less than a term; in the Army in a few months, in the Security Agency because the recruiter had a quota to fill, from boot camp to Monterey's Army Language School, to Germany as a Russian linguist, top secret codeword clearance, hanging out with, drinking with, Ivy League wannabe writers, get turned on to literature ... And the rest is etc etc etc.
