In college during the late 60’s and early 70’s I had no desire to change the world. Campus protesting burned and I was happy to help drain a keg at the frat house on Friday afternoons.

I planned to go into the family business. Live the American dream. Make some money. Do fun stuff.

Yet something inside was missing. As I faced graduation I increasingly felt uneasy about where I was going. I had it made yet somehow felt empty. I really couldn’t understand it but I also couldn’t shake it. [Read more…]