Why a BA is Now a Ticket to A Job in a Coffee Shop

[Zorra]

25. I never thought of college as a means to make money. It was the learning

and experience that meant something. I figured with a well rounded education it would open up a whole world of different things for me to do.

As it turned out, it did. I have a BA History with a minor in Psych, and my education has served me well in everything I have done since I graduated many moons ago. I've had a blast, and still am having a blast. Two days after we graduated from college, my college girlfriend and I stuck out our thumbs and hitchiked around the country and then later traveling in a VW bus for a few years, working wherever we could find work ~ tomato fields, packing sheds, orchards, gas stations and a bunch of other things.

That was grad school.

I think the 60's and early 70's were a really great time to live in. Limits, limitations, and rules were not much of a consideration for many of us back then, there was a new and improved adventure around every corner, and we were fearless to the point of stupidity. I'd say maybe times have changed, but both my kids did it too, and both of them are still alive and well, happy and healthy, one of them even came down out of the blue to my house in Mexico about 10 years ago, when he was 21, in a purple '59 schoolbus named Pursurvurance, which was full of 14 rainbow kids, a surf bum, an old school Deadhead, and my son's 140 lb Mastiff-Rottie cross that looked like a small reddish gold bear. He said "Wanna go to Palenque?" I said, "Stupid question, let me get some clothes and some gear", and off we went on a great adventure, tripping around Mexico, camping in jungles and on beaches, and picking up every hitchhiker we saw along the way. We had 26 people in the bus at one time at our peak. I found paradise, and stayed there for a few months, and the kids moved on, with about 10 bucks left when they crossed back into the US somewhere in Texas, and somehow eventually made it back to the Bay area.

I dunno; works for me...

Truckin', by The Grateful Dead, (snipped version

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they're sittin and cryin at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin, like the do-dah man. once told me you've got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay 'em down,

Truckin, up to buffalo. been thinkin, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin on.

You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel;
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down.
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.

Sometimes the lights all shinin' on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been.

Truckin, Im a goin home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin on.
Hey now get back truckin on.