Wagner College was an exciting place to be in the fall of 1969. It was located at the top of the tallest point on Staten Island and had a fabulous view of Manhattan directly across the bay. I could see the big city skyline from my dorm room window. It was a quick bus ride down the hill to the ferry terminal. The twenty-five-minute, fifty-cent ferry ride took me right to Battery Park in downtown Manhattan. Every ride was a chance to pass the Statue of Liberty and feel lucky all over again for arriving in New York. It was then an easy subway ride to the Village, Soho or any other place in town. I had the best of everything right at my door.
College life was just what I had hoped it would be: an adventure. Going to classes was secondary to all the other things going on. Weekends were spent in the Village hanging out with other college students, going to record stores, thrift shops, bead stores, coffee houses and clubs.
College life was just what I had hoped it would be: an adventure. Going to classes was secondary to all the other things going on. Weekends were spent in the Village hanging out with other college students, going to record stores, thrift shops, bead stores, coffee houses and clubs.