It started when I realized that going to college was a better choice than getting a job! Fortunately, I lived in Elyria, Ohio nine miles from Oberlin (which happened to be my dad’s birthplace), was a good athlete, and was offered an “athletic” scholarship – which meant that I was expected to play sports but was not obligated to. I suppose I would have been considered a “jock” in that I loved sports – played and lettered in all of them; football, basketball, baseball, and golf – but I did not have a jock sensibility. By my senior year, I had quit football, golf, and baseball, and was working as a research assistant in Norman Henderson’s behavioral genetics lab. That was the beginning of my fledgling career in psychology.