In the 1970s, I have a clear memory of my father (a sheet metal worker) coming home from a construction site on a bitter Pittsburgh winter evening. As he came in the back door into the kitchen, his face beet red from windburn, he turned directly to me saying, “Bobby, get good grades and go to college so that you don’t have to freeze your [part of anatomy] off.“
Back then, going to college was easy: you applied to a handful of colleges, including one . . .