Spent my father's tuition money on two years enrolled at Loyola College before it combined with Marymount College. Jesuits were ok, some enlightened. Life there in the dorm was intensley closeted. I kept getting emotionally attached to friends under great risk of even wondering out loud whether we might date, so I remained silent. In those early 1960's queers were caught, "exposed" and ceremoniously expelled. My calculus "teacher" was so way-off in never-never land, he ensured I'd never be able to apply it as a tool to describe any kind of real world situation ever again in my life. Other than that, Loyola was good.
Made best use of the circumstances by pulling together a folk- or folk-rock singing group. Wrote songs, performed them and others' stuff at school functions, Catholic Church functions, and Los Angeles based places like the Troubador, the Garret, Ledbetter's, and The Ice House before it became a comedy place.
Dolores, my friend from a decade before this website's subject-epoch, suprised me with a CD she knitted. That's us pictured, the photo taken a few decades ago. Of course Dolores had insisted (with exquisite appropriateness, as it turns out) we go and see Christopher Guest's highly entertaining movie "A Mighty Wind" just before she gave it to me. Dolores listed thirteen differnet performers on the jacket, and they're all doing the same friggin' song (see CD title). The best version, though, was on the mysterious fourteenth track. Who were they, Dolores?
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