... as a result of dorm overflow? Got my application for housing in a little late and they didn't have room for me on-campus in the Fall of '77, so that's where they stuck me.
Quite the experience stumbling into that place at 3:00 am, drunk as a skunk, hopping on the old manual-control elevator run by an equally old A-A guy in a faded uniform, and riding up to my floor.
The hotel had, of course, seen better days by that time--kind of dingy and could get spooky quiet. I think I was on the seventh floor; I don't remember ever seeing another soul up there, but I'd hear TVs and radios behind closed doors as I'd walk the halls between my room and the elevator.
And the roaches... (shudder)
Quite the experience stumbling into that place at 3:00 am, drunk as a skunk, hopping on the old manual-control elevator run by an equally old A-A guy in a faded uniform, and riding up to my floor.
The hotel had, of course, seen better days by that time--kind of dingy and could get spooky quiet. I think I was on the seventh floor; I don't remember ever seeing another soul up there, but I'd hear TVs and radios behind closed doors as I'd walk the halls between my room and the elevator.
And the roaches... (shudder)
