| by Phil Moncharsh, 70 Pmoncharsh@rshlaw.com I went to Yale in the late sixties, a time of great change and turmoil; a time of wondrous excitement and awakening. Yale provided a sanctuary and a place of grounding from which I could experience and assimilate changes in perceptions, changes in attitudes, changes in roles and role models; from which I could venture into the world of excitement and revolution and renaissance and then return to ponder, discuss and reflect. Yale offered me entree to the best minds and the most interesting people imaginable. I can't think of any other era I would have preferred to grow up in, nor any other place. I like to think I've become a caring, intelligent, useful and honorable person, and parent, and that, somehow, my years in New Haven helped mold me in that direction. |
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| Regarding what made Yale such a special place: --Prof. Scully's lectures on the history of architecture, played to a --Vladimir Horowitz at Woolsey Hall and learning for the first time that --John Blum on history and William Penn Warren on writing --trying to understand the rudiments of calculus from my roommate who --freshman soccer practices with kids from Nigeria, Ghana, Sierra Leone, --Jim Morrison and the Doors at the Civic Arena, Blind Faith at Woolsey, --Henry Winkler and Meryl Streep and Ron Liebman showing how vibrant These are but a few of the memories which jump to mind. the |
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