03/20/2018
Always fascinated by connectivity of things in life, I traced the chaos of the past, to find a plausible explanation of why I chose earning a living making instruments ("you call that a living, Jan?). I've been making pretty good guitars, etc. since June of 1968, as a full time occupation (minus the hours teaching). I've been able, so far, to trace the fateful factors that directed this, to a news article, in a March newspaper, about Lewis Hershey, the blind,aging, general, that was appointed to head the selective service system (draft). Hershey had been getting negative coverage in the press, and an idea came to mind, that I might get him to come/speak at the school I was at....and I could get the opportunity to express myself against the war in Vietnam. He was to be in San Antonio in early April, for the annual convention of all the draft boards, and with connections I had/used, I got a "yes" from his staff...to come to Corpus to greet/speak in a safe/church school environment....and get good press. They jumped. Two weeks later, Hershey shows up, we meet (I was the acting head of the "student body govt.), and I get a private meeting/interview appointment, with him, at his hotel suite. The next day,I bring Jim French, the school paper's editor along. And as we/meet again, and start our "private" interview....in comes TV crews from Houston, to report this meeting with good, young, Christian Soldiers...making good, positive war news. Intimidated, I stated my/our views, which certainly were seen/heard, by officials of the Southern Baptist Convention, who owned/governed my school. I think what I said, did not go well with Hershey and his staff. I had planned on graduating (with some honors) in June. Fate was about to step in, and alter things. TBC