At the time of our graduation, our nation was involved is one of its ill-advised foreign military adventures. I received an invitation from the President to participate, which forced me to decline a job offer from Bankers Trust in the international division and spend the next four years in the army as a field representative of the military industrial complex. After getting a close look at what was going on in the world, I decided I would be of greater use to my fellow humans as a psychologist than as a banker.
I returned from overseas, entered graduate school in clinical psychology, and met my wife, Marina, when she accidentally walked out of class with my statistics book. All four of our children have complained that having two psychologists as parents was totally unfair. Our grandchildren are still young and haven’t started complaining yet. Three years in community mental health, twenty years in private practice, and 18 years in public education have brought me to my present career as a full time touring singer/songwriter (except that I don’t tour much and play mostly for beer and meals). I’ve written a number of scholarly articles, one book, volumes of class notes, thousands of psychological reports, and a song a month for the last 26 years. Along the way I coached soccer for 30 years, ran 5 marathons, and restored a wooden sailboat which carries me about Penobscot Bay every summer.
For the past thirteen years we have split our time between our home in Storrs, Connecticut and our summer residence in Buck’s Harbor, Maine. Summers in Maine are a blend of morning coffee at the general store, afternoon sails around the islands of Penobscot Bay, and comfortable evenings cooled by the southwest wind blowing across the bay and into our open windows. Since Marina’s retirement from full time employment this past June, we have lived a gypsy like life, travelling from place to place, visiting children and grandchildren, stopping in to see friends around the country, and hanging out in Greek villages and enjoying the hospitality, food, and wine of her homeland.
Along the way, I’ve learned a number of important lessons:
- Every good day starts with a pulse.
- Focusing on the score detracts from an enjoyment of the game’s beauty
- A glass is half empty only if you stop pouring too soon
Life has been good and continues to be so.