Oh the Hubris! The Sneering Elitism of the 'Educated'!

I remember it was 6:30 on a Monday morning, spring semester my 4^th year at the University of Virginia. I was drinking a Budweiser and eating a plate of Mexican food at the La Hacienda in Charlottesville.  I had been to the Odyssey, a black nightclub the night before and stayed up all night boozing and carousing with my friends. Yes, it was just like the Dexter Lake Club, but white fraternity boys were welcome.  About the time I finished my second beer, a sudden epiphanic feeling came over me. “I have to get the hell out of Charlottesville , this was no way to live, it was time to move on.”