I was at Indiana University to get my M.A. in English, but on a campus that offered Elementary Lithuanian, Sufi Poets, Mongolian Civilization, and Serbo-Croatian Epics, who could stand still for dull William Wordsworth?
In the fall of 1983, I enrolled in Tibetan Culture (for both graduate and undergraduate students), and one of my classmates was Richie Rich.
Not his real name, of course. .
A slim, tanned blond who was majoring in Central Asian Studies, mostly to annoy his Dad, a state senator who played golf with President Reagan. and consistently voted anti-abortion, anti-Russia, and anti-gay.
Richie was vehemently opposed to his father's politics, but he didn't mind the infinite wealth. He spent every summer at the beach house on Cape Cod. He drove a new Jaguar. He spend hundreds of dollars on bohemian-chic fashions. He always looked like he was trying out for a road tour of Fame.
He had just discovered Bullwinkle's, where he chatted up guys but rarely hooked up; no one ever saw him taking anyone home.
Richie wasn't really my type: he was tall, thin, and blond, and even in 1983 I preferred short, dark, and muscular.
But he was interested in religion, and he was...well, rich, two points in his favor.
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