My readers will be familiar with my magic three weeks in Cambridge, England in 1991, from my post on that trip. Thinking back on my long life, those three weeks are the only time in my life that I can say I’m nostalgic for. I lived through the hippie 1960s and 1970s, and I’m not nostalgic for the early days of rock ‘n roll music-I just don’t have any warm feelings about that era, even though final exams were cancelled my senior year at college, due to “demonstrations” on campus.
Cambridge, however, always awakens feelings of nostalgia. I long to return there and visit the colleges and the town, where I had such a wonderful time. I think these photos capture the places that make me the most nostalgic.
The river, right in back of our college, was always wide, shallow, and peaceful.
Some of my happiest memories of that time were dinners in the gorgeous dining hall, laughing and talking with my UCLA friends, and learning from our many distinguished guests.