@TOD HOWARD HAWKS I graduated from Columbia College in 1966. Although this may seem antedeluvium to you, it seems like yesterday to me. In the fall of 1965, I was head of Freshman Week (that’s what it was called then), a 10-orientation program, which is now called NSOP. I grew up in Kansas, attended Andover, and made my way to Columbia College, choosing it over Yale. Going to Yale would have felt like going back to Andover for four more years (anathema to me), years during which I received probably the world’s best secondary-school education, but at a most exhorbitant social and emotional cost. The synergy of Columbia and NYC was exhilirating. Attending CC was liberating and made all of us learned for life (I’m now 76). Living in and exploring NYC, the veritable capital of the world, for four years made all of us citizens of the world for life, even if some of us decided to reside elsewhere after graduation, as I did. I call Boulder, CO my home now. I have been a poet, an essayist (you can find many of both on Hello Poetry), and human-rights advocate my entire adult life. But I still carry fond memories of having had the honor of having been chosen Head of Freshman Week and all the hard work and glorious fun I and my large group of underclassmen (CC was all-male then) had. It has lasted me a lifetime.