My Life in Heavy Metal (2002)
“He had a story to tell but kept insisting he was no good at stories. His hands flapped about like loose cardboard. His tremendous nose, which might have made another man feel powerful, bloomed red with agitation.
“This was, oh gosh, this was back in the sixties. Is it that long now? Yes. It must be. We’d just graduated from the University of Chicago and we were looking for work. I was looking for work I should say. This was before Connie and I, before we were married. I went to some conference ...or other and met this nice old fellow and, you know, everyone was looking for work back then. He said I should send my material along, would I do that, and a few months later he called and asked if I would like to teach at Newton College. There was none of this business of search committees, interviews. I was twenty-three years old, maybe twenty-four. A silly age.” Rodgers giggled tentatively. He was speaking to a friend of his daughter’s, a tall fellow named Ken who had arrived that afternoon in a gale of slightly forced cheer.MoreLess
“This was, oh gosh, this was back in the sixties. Is it that long now? Yes. It must be. We’d just graduated from the University of Chicago and we were looking for work. I was looking for work I should say. This was before Connie and I, before we were married. I went to some conference ...or other and met this nice old fellow and, you know, everyone was looking for work back then. He said I should send my material along, would I do that, and a few months later he called and asked if I would like to teach at Newton College. There was none of this business of search committees, interviews. I was twenty-three years old, maybe twenty-four. A silly age.” Rodgers giggled tentatively. He was speaking to a friend of his daughter’s, a tall fellow named Ken who had arrived that afternoon in a gale of slightly forced cheer.MoreLess
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