Once Eighteen
I think this is “a wrap.” I’ve walked the walks, Reminisced in Brokaw 402, And paced the once-cindered track Where I set some marks. Much...
Excerpts From My Memoir of “The Elms On The Campus Murmur Softly..
We were in a wonderful “section” of Ormsby, a very old women’s dorm with radiators that clanged, tall windows, and tiny closets, and a...