Terrific interview:

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9. A couple of HWH stories.

1. My first night in my single person room on the 4th floor, I thought I heard someone sobbing. I knew we had some classmates from all over the US, and I thought perhaps someone was feeling homesick. Budding Florence Nightingale that I fancied myself to be, I stepped out into the hallway to see if I could tell which room the crying was coming from and see if I could help. One of the charming features of this old building was transoms above the doors. An open transom a few doors down made it very easy to localize the sounds, and it soon became clear that my diagnosis of homesickness was very wrong. It was one of the senior class nursing students and her med school boyfriend in the throes of passion. The 2 of them regularly "serenaded" us until she graduated, and were the subject of some amused recollections at our 50th reunion in 2023.

2. The 2nd and 4th floor rooms housed nursing students. The 3rd floor rooms were occupied by main campus students who didn't want to live on the River Campus dorms. Most of them were pretty odd characters, and it lots of them were pot smokers. Many nights, the singular and unmistakable aroma of marijuana wafted thru all the floors. I'm surprised those of us who were not partaking didn't get high from second hand smoke.