ABSTRACT
I knew I would never go back to Oberlin. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to do in music or how I was going to do it, but I knew that there was something inside me that would never get a chance to get out there. I would miss Ed London and Salvatore Martirano and my roommates, Jerry Bidlack and George Lucktenberg. They were wonderful musicians and wonderful people, but my desire for freedom was too strong. The only time I ever felt free there was when we would all go to Elyria or Sandusky or Cleveland to have jam sessions or just to hang out with the hipsters, many of whom were steel workers.
