Harvard

 Between my sophomore and junior year of college I attended Harvard summer school.  On a whim my friend Edythe decided to go too.  We drove to Cambridge in her convertible with my brother’s friend Stan who was a Harvard student.

It was a great time.  On campus and in Cambridge you could always find a stimulating conversation. We went to Cape Cod on the weekends.  We drove down to Manhattan so I could reconnect with an old boyfriend.  And in between we managed to take some classes.

The class I remember the most wasn't for the content.  It was because the teaching instructor was Timothy Leary.  Of course that name meant nothing to me at the time.  His stamp on the 60’s and beyond lay ahead.