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Nov 08 2012
Muse in the Morning
Oct 25 2012
My Little Town 20121024: The Day I Met Allen Ginsberg
Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile or so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a rural sort of place that did not particularly appreciate education, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
This recollection is from a bit later in life rather than in childhood. I was in graduate school at The University of Arkansas in Fayetteville and I am guessing that this happened around 1983, give or take a year of so. The former Mrs. Translator had not yet had our first child, so the time sounds about right.
At the time The University of Arkansas was pretty much a run of the mill public university with a couple of notable exceptions: the Chemistry Department and the English Department. Those were recognized at outstanding at a national level and I am honored to have been part of the Chemistry Department. Both of these departments were part of the J. William Fulbright College of Arts and Sciences.
