Can’t resist describing one encounter while working on a senior thesis bearing on the USSR. A classmate (and earlier schoolmate), Arthur Yorke Allen ’58, looked over my shoulder and spied a town named Shitka on a Russian map I had hung in my carrel, one I shared with Dick Carls ’58. “Ober,” Arthur declared, “you’ll probably end up in Shitka!” I traveled to many towns during my seven years in the USSR, but that one town always managed to elude me.
