For most of us, sixth and seventh grade fall into the
My vocabulary was large. My lack of formal education equaled it.
It may have seemed as though I flit about Boston University's world my first two years there.
Life in the Village was not just about playing at the coffeehouses. It was about understanding the intellectual and artistic background of life. You'd be sitting with a fellow habituate listening to a discourse on Proust one day, Aristotle the next, and Steinbeck the day succeeding.