Unschooled Classes

You are in luck.  My daughter encouraged me to write blog post number three--my varied engagement with employment in New York (and a bit elsewhere) with personal embellishments pertaining to the building of my questionable persona. 

A distant friend of an acquaintance was running a simulation of a school for undevelopable sons of privileged parents.  I investigated and was hired as a "teacher."  It was immediately apparent that this little palace of learning was a place of no learning and no teaching.  I had no other source of income and agreed to immerse myself in hypocrisy--for a few months anyway. 

I then worked for an agency which unearthed teachers willing to join the faculties not too dissimilar to the employment I had just left.  I complained to my boss that all the boys did when I visited one school in New Jersey was take apart automobile engines and he said, "That's all they like to do."  I wondered if I could participate in such an activity--after all, I was from Brooklyn and didn't even have a driver's license and I decided I would rather be homeless. 

Instead, I decided to be an armored field artilleryman during the Korean War and signed up for two years of utter bewilderment and boredom.  After never getting promoted (though I did read and write personal letters to and from transfers from the former personnel of the West Virginia National Guard) I was mainly stationed in Dachau so I have multifarious stories to tell. 

But first, I decided to take the courses at a tony Arthur Murray Dance Studio in mid-Manhattan following my employment at Thos Cook & Son on Fifth Avenue.  I thought I was going to study in Italy but wound up (that takes two years) in Geneva. 

I worked as a clerk in the registrar's office of Columbia University while studying at Teachers College and maintaining half of a small apartment on East Tenth Street, home of many up and coming abstract expressionist artists--unknown to me at the time. 

Next:  Art Dealing, Discovery of Karen Anne Eufinger in art class at Wayne State University.  Love and marriage.  Three children, DIA.  Tune In.