A long-time ago -- similar incidents fused together -- a lot of nipples in my ears from different points of the compass -- patchouli-perfumed cleavages in my snout -- even at the time an impression that something very odd was going on, surprised that good Greek orthodox restaurateurs would have such wild things going on in the good Christian City of Chicago, but I have seen the farm boys seduced by wicked women, it is a wicked, wicked city. I wondered at the time if the girl were Greek, as she huskily encouraged me, rubbed her full breasts back and forth, slapping my flushed face, and the crowd shouted "o-pah!" and clapped and even now the fragrance fills my mind and memory, and the taste? Was it rouged nipple? and she put her arms around me pulled me down to her so I could feel her breasts all perfume yes and my heart was going like mad and yes, she said yes she would yes." Maybe it was Dublin, not Chicago. But I distinctly remember the oily fishroe and the grilled lamb and my students laughing, and my girl student undecided sitting there. I will check with them and see what they remember of the time.
As to my chances of being fired even though a tenured full professor, I've never given a thought to that. I've been fired so many times I hardly notice when it happens. One reason I became an expert on wrongful discharge. I don't remember any sign saying "live sex show" there or anywhere else. If there were it would be better on the office where my students were far raunchier than the faculty. As I remember one of the boys was sleeping with the girl (and sharing a hotel room) and the other two boys were closely attached to each other, I know not in what detail. All of them are full-professors now on three different continents. I was the only one sleeping alone, and I had to kick out a p-toot who was making the rounds aggressively at the Holiday Inn at Chicago Circle. (The next day the dean hosting the conference brought the house down by complaining that a chamber-maid came in and attempted to turn his bed down and he couldn't get rid of her).
Those were excited days in old Chicago. We had gone from barbarism to degeneracy without passing civilization. Cops were executing gangs of black guys. Riots were threatening the democratic right of presidents to make war on helpless Asian people. Little time to punish a sex maniacal professor who also was Mayor Daley's economic consiglieri and Nixon's disarmament economics expert. Fun times. Awful times. I think I got it straight the first time. Exactly as it was. In Chicago. 30 years ago. |
