Chuck Vanderpool's Classical Moment Wednesday, December 14, 2016 | Sacramento, CA Listen / Update RequiredTo play audio, update browser or Flash plugin. Attending CSUS in the fall of 1998, my economic circumstances landing me sleeping in my vehicle, in between demanding engineering classes. One day, after a particularly trying exam, I took a walk down the railroad tracks that flank the campus on its western front. The birds and the wind helped me to decompress. Then I heard something else. Something exotic, though slightly out of context. It was a symphony. So I walked towards it. It was coming from a hobo camp. As I neared, several life-stricken faces greeted me with hard-earned smiles. I sat on an empty crate and they offered me a pull of wine. I accepted. And we listened to the classical music stream from the teeny boom box. Over the remaining two years of my education, I stayed nearly full time in that encampment, forging life-long friendships with unlikely characters; all the while the faithful boom box delivered to us the work of masters. Thus my academic education was complemented with a study in real-life anthropology, and what I call a minor in the arts.