In the fall of '64, I was hitch-hiking to Yellow Springs, Ohio, to visit someone at Antioch College, known far and wide as a Mecca of subversion. [ Actually, the Antioch I knew turned out be more of an apolitical home for humanist dropouts, but that is a another tale to tell]. An old farmer let me climb into his Farmall truck and, detecting I was a college student, said "I sure hope you ain't one of them Fifth Columnists. They got them a whole buncha those at that there Anty Yawk! You ain't one of them, is you?"
I laughed and said I was from a small, Lutheran college in Springfield (Wittenberg) so he need not worry about my soul one little bit. Only a few weeks before I was offered the chance to write a column in the Witenberg TORCH newspaper, and so I was in dire need of a title for my column. That old farmer gave me the title and I became the fifth columnist. The person I was hiking to see at Antioch was nowhere to be found, so I struck up a conversation with somebody in the bookstore and he brought me along to visit one of his classes.
I was impressed by the multimedia facilities there, plus the fact that students were allowed to tinker with an EEG machine smack dab in the middle of a small Psych class. Wittenberg was still significantly more "in loco parentis" than Antioch, but not enough to tempt me to transfer South. I suspect this is my fifth entry on blogger.com--I've been away since April 15th--so this is my fifth column in a funny, non-subersive sense of that term.
Yr. obdt. svt.,