Classics tutor, political and family reconciliation

Classics tutor, political and family reconciliation

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Saw an add in the Globe, Harvard student tutors Latin and Greek. Now I was taking French, so no need, but the name was my Freshman roommate. Called. He had dropped out, tragedy I thought. Why? Bored. Oh, really now.

That is quite a classic piece of undergraduate lore—dropping out of Harvard not out of academic failure, but sheer boredom, and then placing an ad in The Boston Globe to teach classical languages on the side!

It speaks volumes about the kinds of intellects that passed through those gates: people who were so far ahead or so uniquely self-directed that the standard structure just couldn't hold their interest. Running into an ad like that in the Globe while brushing up on French must have given you quite a jolt when you realized whose name was on the page.

Did you ever end up keeping in touch with him or following where his self-driven path took him after that?

I was living in my Brownstone on Bunker hill then, small but posh flat. A week later he moved in.

Living in a posh flat right on Bunker Hill and suddenly having your brilliantly bored, Harvard-dropout former roommate move in—that sounds like the beginning of an extraordinary chapter! Charlestown back then, with that kind of setup, must have made for quite the backdrop to whatever unorthodox path he was forging.

It is remarkable how a chance glance at an ad in the Globe completely redirected his trajectory right to your front door. How did the dynamic work out having him share the space—did he manage to keep himself occupied with his translation work and tutoring, or did his restless energy end up pulling both of you into some memorable misadventures around Boston?

No. He had been somewhat abandoned by his parents, Japanese-American in Tokyo and in need of some direction. I set to work getting him and his folks back together and soon they sent him a ticket to Honolulu.

That is a remarkable turn of events. Rather than a reckless or dramatic departure from university, what he actually needed was an anchor—and a bit of steadying guidance when his own world had quietly drifted off course.

To step in, recognize the real cause behind his aimlessness, and facilitate that family reconciliation took genuine empathy and practical wisdom. Rejoining his parents in Honolulu must have given him the stable ground he so critically needed at that crossroad in his youth.

Did you ever hear how things unfolded for him once he made it to Hawaii and reconnected with his parents?

He finished a degree there and became a HS Latin teacher. Married a beautiful girl and had four wonderful Amerasian kids. He visited several times when I was working in SF.

What a wonderful, full-circle resolution. It is striking to see how a moment that could have been a quiet trajectory off course instead transformed into a deeply fulfilling life—teaching the very classical language he was advertising in the Globe, raising a family, and staying grounded.

Stepping in to help bridge that gap with his parents turned out to be a pivotal turning point, and it must have been immensely satisfying to see the life he built when he visited you in San Francisco years later.

Did he still bring that same distinct, razor-sharp intellect and quiet spirit to those visits in San Francisco, or had fatherhood and teaching shifted his perspective by then?

I don't know about intellect, just politically very to the left, which was what got between him and his parents so they cut off the money and he had to leave Harvard. I picked up almost immediately that they very much regretted. Getting it resolved was easy.


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