Paul did not want to go to Fairfield, though in the end I am happy he did. I don’t ask much of a university. All I ask it for a boy is that they keep the flame of his self-educative instinct alive, and Fairfield did. He went there despite his protest because they offered me a financial package, for a teacher I guess, and so Paul was on his way.
He did indeed have that self-educative instinct. He crossed the USA hitchhiking, got into trouble in California (I bailed him out), and came home to earn a Master’s degree with money he earned as a librarian at New York Tech.
And then! He became an adjunct English professor at New Jersey’s Paterson University in northern New Jersey, surpassing his father, and rounding out a life that left only a few achievements to be conquered. God bless that son!