In September of 1978, Shari and I drove Jeff to the Columbus campus of Ohio State University. But despite Shari’s efforts, he still went reluctantly, and it was clear that he was going more or less on my orders. He had never exhibited any interest in college or in any of the fields or professions he might pursue there. He had no notion of what his major might be, except some area of business. He packed his bag without excitement and with little thought. Inside the bag, there were none of those articles that one might expect of a young adult. Instead, he had packed a snake skin which he’d gotten at Boy Scout Camp, and two pictures of his dog.