Jay Jackson sat on his bed in the freshman dormitory at Princeton waiting for his roommate, Herrick Wright, to return. It was September, 1964 and they’d met for the first time two hours before, when Herrick and his family had descended upon the room. Herrick was now escorting his family to their car for the return trip to Boston.
Jay was anxious because he had never been away from home before without a passel of relatives tagging along. His home was a large ranch near San Saba, Texas, and his family was as a general rule suspicious of foreign places, which included New Jersey. His two older brothers, who were much older than he, had attended Texas A&M and then immediately returned to do their parts in the ranch operations. Neither they nor his father understood why he would choose to go t
