Lee Clark:  

To recap the odyssey (as best I can remember it – as they say, “If you can remember the 60s, you weren’t there.”), so I will begin with an ending. On the evening of December 1, 1969, the first Draft Lottery was drawn and January 11 came up 329. At that point, my already weak incentive to stay in school quickly began to evaporate. I will skip over the following year (1970 will likely be a three or four chapters in a later book on “things I hope my kids never find out about”). Suffice it to say, 1970 included both a deep and wide sampling of the distractions of the 60s. By spring of 1971, I was out of school, out of money, out of “distractions” in my life and I had been forced to grow up. I had taken a management job with Thom McAn Shoes (unbeknownst to me, at 22, I was on my way to becoming Al Bundy) to keep food on the table and beer in the fridge. For the next eight years, I managed a number of stores around Michigan, finally ending up in that garden spot of the Midwest – Flint, Michigan. During that period, I moved on an average of once a year, I lived in hotels, apartments, houses and a trailer park (in the middle of a 1,000 acres of corn). I was married, divorced, learned to hate retail, and oddly, found I enjoyed training people. So, in 1979, Thom McAn and I parted company, and I enrolled in U of M. I completed a BS in Education in the spring of 1982, did research in Education, provided organizational consulting, and even taught school for several years. In 1985, facing several years of annual teacher layoffs, I accepted an offer to train Electronic Data Syst...Expand for more