| Studying design in College, Prowell had the dubious pleasure of Buckminter Fuller's long-time association with Southern Illinois University. Unfortunately, there was never a photograph of the two alone together--primarily because the two were never alone together. Here, we might imagine the lowly undergraduate preening for an A. |
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--So whadaya got here, son? |
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| --"Just settle down now, son. Draw the lines. That's all I'm asking. Draw the lines like I say." --"But Bucky, it's way past dinner and we didnt have any lunch and --" --"You dont need dinner, son" --"And that's another thing--I aint yer son." --"Okay. Okay. So what's your name?" --"Charles. It's Charles. Three years in this crummy department and you still caint remember my name. --"That is because I dont care, Chuck." --"Yeah, well I figured as much. I shoulda stayed in Art, or Architecture. Least they were polite and all." --"Well Chuck, if you ever want to see graduate school, I suggest you stop the belly-aching and keep drawing. --"Sure. Whatever. Jes give me yer dumb coordinates and I'll draw yer dumb drawings while prac'lly everyone else I know is having fun. It's 1969, you know. Everything's about FUN!"
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