Posted on 03/25/2017 4:07:01 PM PDT by RoosterRedux
MY father entered Williams College in Williamstown, Mass., in September 1931. The United States was entering the downswing of a small uptick at the beginning of what would be the worst industrial depression in history.
My father had an unemployed father (a former skilled tool-and-die maker) and a mother who worked as a sales clerk at a department store in Schenectady, N.Y. He had no money, no financial reserves, no social connections.
He told me of many jobs while he was at Williams, but one stays in my memory a dozen times a day, especially when I am working by traveling through a dismal, endless security line or waiting in a line to check into a hotel or noticing that my bed in my new hotel has a ripped sheet and is next to a noisy air-conditioner.
My father had a job thanks to a kindly man named Taylor Ostrander at a fraternity called Sigma Psi. My father's job was to wash dishes in the basement of the frat house as the other boys finished their lunches and dinners. (One of the boys, Richard Helms, went on to be director of the C.I.A., but that's another story.) He toiled down there at a huge sink, with steam rising and detergent getting on his unimaginably soft hands. He wore a stocking cap to keep his already curly hair from going crazy.
It was the 1930's, and Jews weren't allowed in any fraternity at Williams. Many years later, maybe in the 1980's, by which time my father had become a major economist and public policy discussant, I asked him if he felt angry about having to wash dishes to pay his way through school in a fraternity that didn't admit Jews. "Not at all," he said.
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She's not only beautiful...she's also smart.
Who’s the lady?
Have you been living under a rock?;-)
“I didn’t have the luxury of feeling aggrieved.”
Snowflakes and SJWs need to learn this concept.
Grievance is their privilege.
“Gratitude is riches, complaint is poverty.” —Doris Day
I am extraordinarily wealthy.
Stein’s story reminded me of a situation this week. I arrived at my hotel at 10:30 pm after a 16 or so hour day. I had a 6:50 am flight for which I woke at 4:15 for a 5am shuttle. I got to the front desk at 4:50 to find that the 5am shuttle left ten minutes early.
The desk clerk forgot to put me down for the shuttle as I had requested.
I thought about chewing out the driver for leaving early, but instead had a very pleasant conversation with a young man, who while being a black man was a thoughtful Trump supporter. I only bring up his skin color because it’s so unusual for his political views.
Had I been angry, we would have never encouraged each other.
Good man. I predict you will have a long, happy, and productive life.
Freeper utahagan may be beautiful but the real one...not so much. Frightening, in fact!
Tell us more.
I only know her from history but would love to hear the truth.
DemocRats today don’t know that they have the luxury of feeling aggrieved.
Well, she was considered a very great actress and, of course, founded The Herbert Bergoff acting studio in NYC. She was the original Martha in Whose Afraid of Virginia Woolf and was supposed to be explosive in that role. She was married to Jose Ferrer, a friend of my husband, who said she was exactly like that. I only saw her once on stage at the end of her life and she was so technical as to be dead on stage. That’s not to knock her; she was getting older and as we say, no one is famous for nothing.
If you rent The Boys in the Band, you’ll see her as a Nazi. Not a good-looking woman.
Did that puzzle for 35 years. Never finished the Sunday puzzle.
Well, maybe once or twice.
I thought she was Utah Agen a famous Mormon writer
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