I graduated from Rutgers in 1976, met Beverly. We got married in ’78. We bought a house in Scotts Valley. The kids were happy. I got a job at UCSC in ’78. I was doing all kinds of stuff, even thought I had a master of fine arts degree. I was pitching spinach off the freight trains at Engels Frozen Food to the conveyor belts. I didn’t like unloading spinach at all. I’d come home at night and my fingers would be three times the size of normal. I pitched with a pitchfork.  I also worked for a hardware store.