<p>(article excerpt)</p>
<p>"Homan came from a neighborhood where no one went to college, he said. He loved his father and wanted to do something constructive; he wanted to learn how to install telephones.</p>
<p>“‘Oh no, you are going to Princeton,’” Homan said, quoting his mother. She had just read a book by F. Scott Fitzgerald, who had attended Princeton, and she reasoned if it was good enough for Fitzgerald, it was good enough for her son.</p>
<p>As Homan tells it, his mother drove him to Princeton, charged in, spotted the sign for “Office of the Dean of Admissions,” and dragged him in.</p>
<p>“She sees the dean’s inner office,” Homan said, with a smile. “The secretaries are rising. But she learned in the theater not to let secretaries run interference.”</p>
<p>She barged into Dean Harrison’s office and introduced herself. The dean politely asked her to leave the room so that he could chat with her son. As she reluctantly left, she turned at the door and, in true theatrical style, said, “Harrison, the boy’s good. You’re gonna love him.”</p>
<p>Homan apologized for his mother, but the dean said he found her refreshing. The two spent the next hour and a half talking.</p>
<p>“The words just poured out of me.” Homan said. “I’m from a neighborhood where kids were not talked to.”</p>
<p>Thus began Homan’s education at Princeton. Many of his fellow students became lawyers and doctors, but Homan took a different path."</p>
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<p>[Senior</a> Times Magazine](<a href=“http://www.seniortimesmagazine.com/features/527/from-shakespeare-to-the-bone-marrow-unit]Senior”>http://www.seniortimesmagazine.com/features/527/from-shakespeare-to-the-bone-marrow-unit)</p>