ABSTRACT
I had slaved over my Ph. D.—my passport to academe. Sociology was thriving then, and sociologists didn’t yet know that their successful splits into criminology, family studies, women’s studies, organization theory, and endless other sections, would cause the breakdown of the discipline as a whole. As to myself, I still was keen, as my mother had been saying, to “dance at every wedding,”—because I assumed that I had to make up for all the years I had lost.
