May 3, 2002

Professors of a Lifetime

I remember Arthur Funston, who taught me in my sophomore year at Earlham College. We were reading Plato and Machiavelli in class, and I was involved in the college newspaper, staying up all night and not reading political philosophy. One day he singled me out and said, "Don, could you see me after class?" I thought I was cooked, and I was ready to get reamed out. I sat in his office, and he asked me whether I wanted to be a college professor -- he said it was a profession where you could

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