June, 1968. Twenty-two years old, 5' 11" 155 pounds; red-haired, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, freckled and fresh out of college, I found myself flying out of Logan airport in Boston heading for a two-year stint in the Peace Corps in the Philippines teaching modern mathematics. It was the era of the Vietnam War - Woodstock - the first man landing on the moon. Everything I took as a given was challenged. My pre-conceived ideas of life, community, family...