when i first met jen

I first met Jen my senior year at Wartburg College in Waverly, Iowa. She was a good friend of my sister's. I'm guessing it was a Sunday evening (when the cafeteria was closed) because the three of us were having pizza in Sis's room. Jen and I hit it off instantly. We were both aspiring (and, due to limited connections, frustrated) potheads. She was impressed by (or at least very interested in) the fact that I'd dropped acid twice. I don't know if we discussed it at that particular time, but we both loved Kerouac's On the Road. Later, on a roadtrip to Colorado, I discovered that a major contributor to her "lost faith" (in Christianity) had been a Wartburg class called "Literature of the Old and New Testament", a class that I too had taken and that had played a large role in my own loss of faith. Anyway, we talked and ate pizza and talked some more, and I'm sure Sis was probably sorry she had introduced us. It was the beginning of a three year friendship that had a profound effect on me.