![]() ![]() ![]() Late that summer the City of Boulder, trying to shed its image as a 1960s hippie town, decided to “beautify” the neighborhood, and sent everybody a letter saying that no couches could be placed on porches. We shared ideas and perspectives back and forth for weeks on end in that beautiful Colorado summer, the mornings cool and sweet, with blue skies the color of heaven, and afternoons likely to generate a passing thunderstorm, whose giant cumulonimbus anvils off to the east, about when I would go for my end-of-the-day run along the trails of the Boulder Mountain Park, were touched by the yellow and salmon colors of sunset, and were another part of heaven too. Wilson had just published his groundbreaking book on the evolution of animal and human social behavior, Sociobiology: The New Synthesis, and it was generating a good deal of “buzz” – even controversy. ![]() ![]() It was only a few blocks from the campus of the University of Colorado, where I was in my first year of graduate school. We were sitting on an old couch on the front porch of my rented house in a neighborhood called “The Hill” in Boulder, Colorado. Wilson, the famous Harvard biologist, was forty years ago. ![]()
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