THE DEVIL'S TRIANGLE
Enjoying San Francisco’s Indian summer ~ the nicest time in The City, September 1969 marked the beginning of our college years.
Cal, probably the most intelligent amongst the 800 students at Riordan High School, earned a much deserved full ride into Stanford University.
A most disciplined and diligent young man, Cal would politely decline our invitations to party due to his priority of studying.
Because I chose to fool around and not study in high school, I was relegated to attending CSM (College of San Mateo) aka sarcastically as the College of Small Minds.
Deciding to also work full-time, I designed my 15 credits/semester schedule so that I could attend class Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays non-stop from 7:00 A.M. to 1:00 P.M.; and on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 7:00 A.M. to 10:30 A.M.
The newly constructed (I)-280 snaked along super scenic Crystal Springs Lake and was known at the time to be the Most Beautiful Freeway in America.
The fog belt ending just 2 miles south of Daly City, it was usually clear blue skies all the way from San Bruno to San Mateo.
Running late most of the time and because the freeway was empty for years after its inaugural opening, I was able to speed at an average of 90 miles per hour to barely slide into my 7:00 A.M. Police Science class.
The gorgeously modern CSM campus built on a grassy knoll overlooking the San Francisco airport, I chose Police Science as my major, wanting to emulate Sandy’s father’s career and dreamt that someday I would become Chief of Police (sure, Al!).
Mr. Schumacher ~ the professor and a former SFPD detective, was yet another strict disciplinarian in my life that led the 1 hour course like a military basic training operation.
Nevertheless, I really enjoyed Mr. Schumacher’s “Streets of San Francisco” stories and started to finally pay attention in class.
Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.
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