The years between the ages of 17 and 22 have gotten lost. When I run into an old classmate (which is not often), they recall the times easily and without hesitation. They speak of the time with authority. Maybe those were good years for them and those times stand out…
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For two summers when I was working on my dissertation, I rode my bike from my house to the History Department building at UMKC. I took up at a desk in the graduate student lounge at 9 or 10 in the morning. I worked through the day, sometimes getting a…
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