I will never forget the day I met my first roommate, Marcella Laddon, in those days known as Marcie. As soon as my parents said goodbye and walked down the hall, my new life began. I was nervous—looking back now, I realize I’d had a very protected childhood. Marcie opened my eyes to the possibilities of the ‘60s. Leather skirts, Janis Joplin, grass, sex, adventure, hitchhiking, and fearlessness. Marcy was way ahead of me. After two quarters, I moved into a single room down the hall.
Fast forward, we live a few miles apart in Santa Cruz where our lives regularly intersect. Marcie is cheerful, helpful, caring, and loyal. She sends me cheerful holiday cards and, of late, condolence cards upon the deaths of my brother, David, and mother, Judy. She’s helped me with projects for Crown College. I have regrets…I wish I’d been more ready for Marcie when I was 17. But I’m ready now.