A story that took place in 1961 as remembered by Jim Kahan ‘64 which can be found in the book, Comrades of the Quest.
Just think. Your grandmother and grandfather were just as salacious, stupid, and silly as you were at your age! I wonder why I ever worry that I won’t become the responsible adult the world begs of me when so many of my elders had done the same at one point in their lives. It seems the best course of action at this point in my life is to enjoy the now—be the young, carefree fool I was meant to be at my age.
But boy, what a wild world the ’60s were, huh?
Neat, vintage racism!