I was born on April 2, 1955 in the maternity ward of the University of Michigan Medical Center in Ann Arbor Michigan. My mother Jane had gotten her bachelors’ degree in sociology two years earlier and my father Eric at this point was a graduate student in English Literature. Based on what I was told by both of them I was a project jointly planned and profusely anticipated.

As part of that plan, around the time of my birth, Jane and Eric moved from the apartment where they had been living to one a couple miles away on South State Street, closer to the University campus, but also uniquely suited to their idea of raising a young child. Just across the street from their upstairs apartment was the practice field for the football team, a large enclosure of manicured green grass lawn maybe 150 yards on each side, surrounded on three sides by a brick wall and on the fourth side by railroad tracks of a small rail yard (where freight cars seemed always to be parked) separated by a high chain link fence. It had several entrance doors that were latched but not locked, so it represented a contained space where a young child could wander, but not leave, all the while easily in view of an adult seated anywhere within the space. Though the football team practiced their often in afternoons during the fall, most of the time it was vacant. Continue reading →