You can take the boy out of the country, but–well you get the rest of it. There just had to be more to life than grabbing a chocolate malted at the drive-in or loitering at the bowling alley or sneaking into the picture show to pig out on sour pickles and popcorn. When Bancroft left behind this dusty, ultra-conservative, tiny Texas town that he had called home for the better part of 17 years, he veritably launched. His launchpad was the buckle of the Bible Belt.He went to college early, not so much to “get a head start”, it was more like “to get the hell out.” As if it were the Resurrection, he was convinced he was going to a better place and, no matter where that was, it had to be an improvement well above the status quo. While in pursuit of an education, even though he knew text books would probably be involved and like-it-or-not he would have to attend at least some classes, he never actually realized to what extent or what kind of education he was going to get or exactly how broad his horizons would eventually become.Although THE SUMMER OF ’42, was a movie favorite of Bancroft’s, (a virgin in every sense of the word), he had never actually considered it a manual to manage one’s own sex life. Besides, if that were the case they sure left out an awful lot of integral footnotes in the appendix. Where were the road signs defining just how quickly things change or how surprisingly partners tag-team and you suddenly find yourself swapped out. Unexpected directions, twists and death-spiral u-turns can alter this journey called life while advancing toward your final destination in the great beyond? Even though events made his college years seem more like BOB & CAROL & TED & ALICE or BOYS IN THE BAND rather than LOVE FINDS ANDY HARDY, the truth is it probably falls somewhere in the middle–which is also where he seems to find himself a great deal of the time.