There is a period of my life in 1969 about which I seldom reminisce; and, less often share with others. I have the excuse that my recollection is clouded (both intentionally and statistically). Even after 56 years it is an era – albeit narrow – which remains distant and unsteady. And yet provocative. No period more adequately cemented my inadequacy while enabling my capacity. While therefore definitely a time of personal growth, it is not a time of my life I prefer to revisit. There were painful learning curves. I recall on the evening of my 21st birthday (December 11th) being alone, staring quizzically into a mirror in the men’s residence at university where I then “dormed”, speculating who I was, who of my parents I most resembled. It was a marked period of introversion, controversy and discovery. And like any true learning it came at a cost.
