It was winter of 1979, and I was in the middle of a college degree at a large university. Things weren’t going well. Oh, academically I was doing okay, but socially, emotionally, spiritually, I needed a break. I recall returning to my dorm room one afternoon after class, tossing my books on the floor, and heading back out for a walk, to help clear my head from all the thoughts that were crowding it. I wound up wandering High Street, the main commercial drag. The scent of stale beer wafted from the open doors of the many bars that lined the street, calling to mind the hangovers I had experienced during my two years there.