1 The Writing Muse Appears The three-mile walk to school passed through the Woburn cemetery, where my brother, father, and mom are now buried. A bunch of us were in that graveyard, half a mile from school, when a transistor radio announced President Kennedy had been shot. At gym class in second period, a loudmouth classmate made a wisecrack about the president. The gym teacher clocked him with a right hook and knocked him out in front of the whole class. Nothing was ever said.
2 It was in this same cemetery that I jotted down a series of lines into a notebook. I had to write a poem, for silly sakes. It was a homework assignment I d ignored until the day it was due, and here I was, sitting on a tombstone ten minutes before class. It read like this: With clipped wings time flows on languidly, Retrospect calls back the days of playful laughter, Heedless then, carefree. The bliss that eyes of adults never see This for knowledge is the price they pay. Forbidden fruit is grasped with eager hands The lure of knowledge beckons to all youth But is the revelation all so grand? For those aware of life the fates demand To face responsibility and truth Two weeks later, it was voted the class poem. To the English teacher I was a god. I could do no wrong. I spent my entire senior year with my back to her while I flirted with Diane DiPanfilo. Diane DiPanfilo. Lord oh dear, I was in love with Diane DiPanfilo. In a city that was half Italian, there were more Annette Funicellos than you could hit with a stick, but Diane was the cream of the crop. So in love with her I was that I never dropped my pencil to check out her undies sitting behind me. Not once.
3 Class of 69 The best thing and the worst thing about freshman year at Bowdoin College was the beanies. Blue and white with a ridiculous one-inch brim, the required headwear for the class of 1969 had the number 69 embroidered in large numbers. That was the best thing the number. The bad thing was the Brunswick, Maine townies who hated the campus full of pre-med preppies, much more interesting to the Brunswick females than the future mill workers who lived there. Walking around at night with the silly 69 caps, the freshman class was at the mercy of the locals seeking re-
4 venge. The campus was a bucolic Sarajevo. Hapless victims on their way to the library ran the gauntlet of townies driving through the campus bent on grabbing a trophy hat. At Bowdoin, an all-male college in 1965, the fraternity system provided ninety percent of the meals, housing, camaraderie, and chances to get laid. The few who preferred to study, live in no-girls-allowed dorms, and eat solitary institutional food at the student union graduated to become CEOs and inventors of software firms, but they were the minority in a freshman class that wanted to party. Alpha Eta of the Chi Psi was a party frat that made the movie Animal House look like a petting zoo. The other Bowdoin frats housed wealthy-parented, tall white boys who dated wealthy-parented blonds, or provided man caves for the jocks, or had populations of aimless barbarians. Phi Delta was for the nerds. For me, still cherry at age seventeen, it was a no-brainer, and soon I was a Chi Psi pledge. The hazing phase lasted half a year, and it was brutal. Pledges were randomly plucked from the freshmen dorms at all hours of the night and dragged over to the Boody St. fraternity by upperclassmen for interrogations. My biggest fear was the olive race, a competition whispered to us by seniors for which all the pledges were stripped naked and had an olive tucked into the cracks of their asses. Thus loaded, the pledges would find themselves in a hands and knees race, and the last one across the finish line had to eat all the olives. Larry Niles was seen in the student
5 union one evening without his 69 beanie. He was brought to Chi Psi at midnight and forced to crawl up three flights of stairs with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich gripped between his butt cheeks. When he dropped it on the second floor stairs, it resulted in a soggy, late-night snack. Mercy. I was lucky. I had a Woburn-inspired sense of larceny, and it was noticed by the upperclass renegades. Life as a pledge was rough, but character was prized by the fratuernity elders. Four Chi Psi freshmen were dragged to the fraternity one evening and instructed in a second row of secrets, like how to break into the walkin cooler. Gunter, Gleason, Lutte & McAvoy became GGL & M Enterprises. Dave Gleason s dad was stationed at the Naval Air Station in Brunswick, and this granted his son the use of the base commissary. At military prices, GGL & M provided cartons of discount cigarettes and booze from the navy base and provided a date service with the Westbrook Girls Academy. Later, we teamed up with Horace Sessions, a 280-pound black football player from Baltimore. He had 16 mm porn films, and we had a projector. The dean once called us to his office to explain a Wednesday evening traffic jam at the BETA house where the four of us, wearing green visors, were seen taking money at the door for a screening of Rico the Repairman, starring Candy Barr. We soon dropped the visors. In 1965, marijuana had not been known in Maine except in the hotel rooms of some visiting Jazz musicians from New York after a Portland gig. Most local po-
6 lice had never heard of it, and the skunky aroma another unidentifiable smell. GGL & M Enterprises branched out. Fraternities back then would hire a town cop for their parties. His job was to keep the townies out for fifty bucks under the table while a bunch of over-privileged preppies drank keg beer, danced, and tried to talk their dates up to their rooms. Riding on the back of a paranoia tiger, we d get stoned in an upstairs room, go down to the party, and hug the uniformed officer who looked at us as four more spoiled brat drunks he had to tolerate in order to get paid. What fun. Running cigarettes, whiskey, dates, blue movies, and hugging policemen while stoned was not conducive to good grades, but we soldiered on with low-b averages. I took my first art class, the history of art and architecture, through which I fell in love with the Italian Renaissance and Frank Lloyd Wright. Biology 1,2 was a year of memorizing genera, species, and phyla. Memorizing anything was a challenge at Chi Psi, and my grade for the year was D. Chemistry, for a caulbearer, with a boost from the Saturday high school classes, was oddly easy. Organic chemistry made complete sense to the part of my brain that still functioned; the synthesis of complex molecules from simple compounds clicked with my nascent creativity. Somehow, I could ace an organic chemistry test with no preparation while sporting a hangover. I took it as a message from God.
7 Cobaltocene Organic molecules are based on carbon. Inorganic molecules are everything else. Inorganic atoms don't often form molecules with organic compounds. It s a fact of nature, covalent bonding vs ionic. They don t like to hold hands. In my junior year, Professor John Sheets, a lovely man who had Polaroid face shots of all his students plastered to the wall above his desk, announced in the first class that he had succeeded in bonding cobalt to an organic molecule, sandwiching a cobalt atom between two circular rings of five carbons each. It was a cobalt burger
8 between two slices of cyclopentone bread. He called the arrangement cobaltocene. As he handed each student a vial of white powder he told us, This molecule has never existed in the universe before, except briefly as a random occurrence in the cataclysm of an exploding star. Each of you, he continued, can now attach my cobaltocene to an organic chemical of your choice. Your new molecule will, by definition, be uniquely new to the universe. Choose well, make your new molecule in the lab, and write a paper on what your brand new substance can do to change the world. It was the most powerful learning experience of my life. You can even name it, he said. Because your new chemical has never existed before. I chose to mate my sample of cobaltacene with cholesterol, a rambling connection of carbon rings that occurs in nature, unravels into beta carotene in the liver, and is the basis of most steroids, from birth control pills to hormones. Seemed like a good idea at the time. I named my new molecule S-1 after Suzanne, my sweetie, and later the mother of my child. In the lab, I added cobaltocene carboxylic acid, cholesterol, and distilled water and heated the brew over a Bunsen burner. I watched a white participate form in the liquid. A new chemical was introduced to the universe. (When I look at my goal in life through art, film, or writing to bring a new combination of images, colors, or words into the universe every day I believe the alpha moment was in Dr. Sheets class.)
9 A semester in the chemical library followed. Turns out, I invented one of the world s first site-specific cancer cures. In theory, a dose of S-1 made with radioactive cobalt-60 would end up in the cancer cells of liver hepatomas, as my cholesterol broke down to beta carotene and radioactive cobaltocene, left there to kill the cancer cells. My new molecule could have been a magic bullet in 1967 when magic bullet cancer cures were in the cap gun phase. Why am I not writing this from Stockholm with a Nobel Prize around my neck? Two reasons: 1. Chemical. While the cholesterol radioactive delivery service could very possibly find the most active liver cells (i.e. the metastasizing hepatoma villains), this brand new pathway toward targeted delivery didn t have a way out, leaving my cancer bomb to hang out in a totally healthy body with no reason to leave it. Oops. 2. Human Nature. I could find no one who would take a college junior s breakthrough idea seriously. Nevertheless, the semester in the library was a most remarkable learning experience. Even today I believe every student, properly motivated, would enjoy a targeted learning experience. I will use this model for the rest of my life.
10 Superconductivity and Consciousness The second science bomb happened in a physics class. Professor Hoagland announced we could help him rewrite the laws of thermodynamics, provide an unlimited source of energy for the world, and unlock the secrets of the human soul, not necessarily in that order. Hoagland was working with super conductivity, a breakdown of the conventional laws of physics occurring near minus 459 degrees F absolute zero, when the atoms were so cold they stopped moving. At this tempera-
11 ture, where hydrogen and helium became so sluggish they turned to liquid, electricity flowed without resistance. Because of entropy, described in the second law of thermodynamics as a tendency for anything in the universe to fall apart, losing energy is the price of existence. When electricity flows through a wire, something is lost through resistance and heat. If you start spinning an object, it will eventually slow down due to friction. At the superconducting moment, however, energy flows forever without loss. The inexorable movement from order to disorder ceases. The wheel will spin forever. The problem with this magical state was the need to near absolute zero. Everyone and his sister in the superconductivity game was looking for new materials that became entropy free at temperatures that didn t need a lab. Dr. Hoagland, in 1967, had a pet theory that living creatures contained an organic compound that was resistance-free at room temperatures, even body temperatures, a substance that would explain consciousness. All of us are merely skin covered sacks of chemicals floating in water, communicating with each other with atmospheric gas expressed through contracting proteins in our throat, he stated. Why, he asked, would a bagful of organic compounds begin to think, to become aware of itself, fear death, fall in love, grieve, and couple with other bags of chemicals to make more sacks of consciousness to follow after us? His pet theory about human consciousness involved an organic superconductor at 98.6 degrees yet to be found, a
12 superconducting pathway along which one plus one equaled three and that allowed life to exist in the face of entropy. Big thoughts on the first day of class. Our class project, he announced, is to brew a batch of bacteria in synchronous growth, when every little organism in the flask will split into two at the same time. We will then plunge some of this synchronous colony into liquid nitrogen every minute to see if there was any point in its twenty minute growth cycle where something goes wrong. Persuading fifty-million one-celled critters to divide at minute one and grow for twenty minutes till all fifty-million divide again at the same time is not an easy task, but hat was our project for the semester, an excellent challenge for ten privileged pre-med students and one party-boy from GGL & M Enterprises. We achieved it and plunged our synchronized growth batch into liquid nitrogen every minute of its twenty-minute, single-celled life. We never found a magic moment in which a super cold plunge made a difference, but boy did we learn a lot about science on the edge, and boy did we have fun playing with liquid nitrogen. We froze rose blossoms and cracked them with a hammer; we froze and hit everything we could get our hands on. We saturated cotton balls with liquid nitrogen, dropped them into lab sinks filled to the top with water, and sat under them as white clouds of super-cooled fog cascaded over us like Niagara Falls from Pluto. Hoagland s
13 speculations about superconductivity and consciousness still rattle about in my mind.
14 Sweetheart Plastics That summer I landed a job at Sweetheart Plastics, a Fortune 500 company that manufactured plastic coffee cup holders and disposable inserts. My job was in a division called repack, a section of the vast warehouse that repackaged cardboard
15 cartons damaged by forklifts. Since I had half of a college education, they put me in charge of a handful of resentful housewives. It was hell. Falling back on my caricature skills from high school, I drew a cartoon of the company president holding Dixi Cup stock behind his back. Somehow it reached the front office. When an executive came down to the warehouse, I truly expected to be fired or at least yelled at for this bratty behavior. I was wrong. The head of marketing told me I had a new position: art director. Larry Murray set me up in an office in the carpeted suites. My job to paste up typo errors and create sales meeting promos. In the pre-digital sixties, spelling errors were repaired by cutting the corrected copy from a printed sheet with X-Acto knives, pasting the sliver of words onto the original flawed document with rubber cement, and taking the document to a copy camera the size of a small room and finally to the printer. The advertising department had huge books of fonts, everything from Times New Roman to Forth of July Bold. I fell in love with the art of the printed word. I m still a fan of typography.
16 Lame College Sexual Strategies For many of us at Chi Psi, getting laid was our primary goal at college. Various strategies were honed to achieve this goal. One gambit was the Sunday afternoon party at which all the booze left after Saturday night was emptied into a large punch bowl and laced with fruit juice we encouraged our dates to drink. A veteran of Dr. Hoagland s research, I would supply the fraternity with frozen carbon dioxide that turned the Sunday punch into a bubbling cauldron of super-cooled gin, whiskey, and vodka. Another strategy was the perfect pick-up line. Our favorite, not very successfulline was Gee, the weather s nice, would you like to + &!&=? Or for female chemistry majors, the line became Alkyl halides are almost always prepared from alcohols; would you like to + &!&=? Needless to say, that gambit wasn t very successful.
17 Bumpa My father also began his work career as a chemist. His gig as a dental assistant in the navy morphed into benchwork at Monsanto Chemicals. Early on, a friend roped him into a part-time evening job selling Vita Craft waterless cookware, Rogers silver-plate flatware, and decorated china place-settings to teenage girls getting married. The hope chest was the hook. In the 50s, it was customary to enter a marriage with dowry items for the blessed union. The story was my dad came home after his first attempt at sales with a check for two hundred dollars that my mother promptly tucked into her bra. In later years, he would announce at parties that he had been looking for that check the previous night. So you see, gentle reader, it was not my fault. Bumpa announced during my junior year at Bowdoin it was my turn to learn the ways of a salesman. I was horrified. These young girls don t even have a job, I protested, a junior communist in my heart, You re getting them to sign a contract for a two-thousand-dollar purchase they can t afford! Dad responded, Their mother had a hope chest. Their grandmother came into her marriage with a dowry. It s her turn to assemble her trousseau. When I show up at her parents house, the family is happy to see me. Yikes. I never did manage to provide a bride-to-be with a marriage dowry, but from that summer with my dad I learned three lessons that allowed me to live the life of a working artist:
18 1. Be observant. Bumpa could spot a diamond ring on a single gal s finger from across a crowded room, and he was not bashful about approaching strangers. 2. A good salesman will not attempt to talk a customer into any purchase. They ll buy it if they already want it, he lectured. What they are looking for is permission. 3. Never stand between people and the object you want them to purchase. That is a confrontational posture. Stand beside them as an ally. Help them visualize
19 it in their homes. They want permission. Later, when trying to close a painting sale, I would ask, Where do you plan to hang it? Over the fireplace? What color are the walls? Tan? Perfect. With these simple insights I have been able to live a life of my choosing and keep my head above water. Bumpa was instrumental in another way that winter. Come on, he told me near Christmas break. Let s you and me go drinking, spread some holiday cheer with my lowlife cronies. It was a rare moment in my life between father and son. You re nineteen years old, he told me. Time to have a cocktail with some friends. Three visits and four whiskeys later, we pulled into the Danvers Massachusetts driveway of Kay and Joe Roderick, friends from my father s days in Winthrop. In the kitchen, drink in my hand, Kay suggested I go upstairs and hang out with their daughter who was my age while the adults toasted a reason to drink what they called highballs Seagrams and ginger ale, tall glasses. Suzanne, the daughter, met me at the landing. She rolled her eyes as the highballs were raised below us and invited me to her room. As two conspirators hiding from the grownups, we talked about my living away from my parents at Bowdoin College. She, still living at home, told me about her award in the Miss Danvers contest. Miss Congeniality. She deserved the prize. Dark-haired and slender, she had a poise I was not used to in high school seniors. She asked me about social life and dating in Brunswick,
20 Maine. I filled her in and added, My fraternity is working on some new pick-up lines. Want to hear them? Bells rang. We made a date for her to drive up to Bowdoin, a hundred miles north. Thanks, Bumpa. The Little Island Motel was five miles north of the campus, on Baylee Island, reachable by bridge. I weeded every damn square foot of the flower beds around the units to pay for a room to share with Miss Congeniality. Long story short, we began dating. And longer story short, we decided to get married. I found the 1960s version of a tiny house close to the campus, a ten-by-ten-foot living room with a slot for the kitchen and wood stairs that led to a cellar hole bedroom. We were going to have a baby. The house was two blocks from my brothers at Chi Psi, and I still knew how to break into the walk-in-cooler for a late night snack. The day my son, John III or John John, was born, I walked through the snow to the frat house, cigars in hand. The brothers needed a snow sculpture for Winter Carnival. I told them I d been up for thirty-six hours and had had to be restrained from killing the obstetrician who d missed the birth (Golfing? In February?) while my son was delivered by nurses who, in the long run, were the only ones in the hospital who knew what to do. My Chi Psi brothers said, Sit here, bundle up, we ll
21 bring you drinks all day to celebrate your son s birth, and you can supervise a snow sculpture.
22 Jack Gunter, PhD The Vietnam War was drafting firry-thousand youngsters every month. There was a lottery for conscription, and I pulled a low number. Married, with a child and in college, I was safe for a while, but the exemptions were dropping like flies. The University of New Hampshire accepted me for a PhD program in organic chemistry, and we moved to Durham, NH. Holy shit. Doctor Jack Gunter. Back in Woburn, Mike Guiliani would be found dead with from an Italian neck tie in the trunk of a car. Richie Garrity would blow out his knees kicking carpets into corners of East Boston condos. Michael Markowitz would spend his life making razors at Gillette. Thank you, Mr. Cohen, for offering a Saturday chemistry class.
23 The chemistry department provided me with a half-time job. I would analyze samples with a mass spectrometer, a carbon/hydrogen/nitrogen analyzer, and the nuclear magnetic resonance (NMR) machine a precursor to MRI scans later. Suzanne landed a job at Dunfey s Suites as the night manager of a hotel that featured live bands. I analyzed chemicals between classes during the day and studied at night while she, Miss Congeniality, booked hotel guests. My faculty advisor, Dr. Gloria Lyle, specialized in steroid chemistry. Birth control pills had recently been developed at the Worcester Foundation of Experimental Biology. The field was hot, and new variations were looked at as game changers and money makers. Gloria s expertise was three-dimensional modeling. Complex molecules, it seems, didn t float around in flat chains or rings like you see in science books. Because of atomic attractions, repulsions, and bond angles, they folded into gnarly shapes and left- or right-handed isomers. Since the rest of the macro molecules in the body also had complex architecture, the right fit was crucial if momma wished to stop ovulation. As a caulbearer with the ability to win curlicue contests in the Boston Sunday Globe Kids Page, I was a natural in this field. My PhD dissertation was a mouthful: Circular dichroism and optical rotary dispersion studies of alpha-brominated keto-steroids. My doctorate depended on the wet chemistry synthesis of two progesterone molecules one with a bromine atom attached to the
24 top, the other attached to the bottom so they could be studied with these newfangled machines. Piece of cake.
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