My "aha" moment stretched over a little period of time, from the spring of 1960 through the rest of that year. A professor named Bill Farber, who was the head of the political-science department at the University of South Dakota, called me to dinner at his house when I was a sophomore. I had, to put it euphemistically, compiled an undistinguished record personally and academically. I was not getting good grades. I was spending a lot of time on the beer and coed circuit. Farber said, "I want you to drop out of school and get this out of your system....
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