I was in Knoxville back in those days--more years ago than I'll admit. It was a time of experimentation and adventure. Here I stand at the door of my small apartment. These were times when I would walk briskly to my car, jump in, and drive up the Kingston Pike to the post office to mail a letter. I remember the jitters I got when I had to stop at a light and a car would pull up alongside me. Would it be a man, sizing me up, ready to follow me? It didn't happen, thank goodness. I always made it back, with a deep breath, closing the door behind me, a feeling of accomplishment.