an odd collection of tales about learning to do the impossible

Long Way, Baby

Is my goal supposed to be to date a boy who goes to West Point? The AP writer seems to think so. Hopeful young women looking for a foot in the door are encouraged to contact the Cadet Hostess at West Point to see if they, too, might be included in one of the arranged mixers held throughout the year. I’m not convinced this approach is for me.

Read my entire reaction to the 1968 Women’s Section of the Wichita Eagle at Long Way, Baby.

 

 

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