Have you been back to your hallowed halls of Ivy? I followed detour signs and drove over roads without pavement and avoided pits and holes and I found myself at the University of Minnesota, where I went in 1963. This is for U of MN students and for everyone else too.
Do
you want to see, in three dimensions, what the passage of nearly five
decades can do? Look around that campus. Hell, looking for artifacts
of our undergrad days there would require an archeological dig. No
kidding. They've changed every square inch of the place.
I didn't visit the West Bank and so I don't know if they removed the brass "William Francis Jack Lived Here" plaque from the wall of the former Mayhood Manor, a flop-house on the then-seedy (and still-seedy West Bank.
Warning: Sexism ahead. But this is how things were in 1963, when men didn't know any better and women didn't rise up and kick us in tender places. Did such beautiful babes study there in in 1964, and so many?? If so, why didn't you and I snag more? (No, let's not answer that question).
Naturally, the whole area was dug up. I've never seen it so bad. There's no more Washington Avenue for a while. They've dug it up to put through light rail. And, of course, to further hinder students, the city and state and university administration have come up with all kinds of street improvement projects, such that getting around is impossible. You follow a detour sign for 12 turns and then the 13th detour sign disappears -- you are lost in North Minneapolis, behind the garbage burner.
I didn't visit the West Bank and so I don't know if they removed the brass "William Francis Jack Lived Here" plaque from the wall of the former Mayhood Manor, a flop-house on the then-seedy (and still-seedy West Bank.
Warning: Sexism ahead. But this is how things were in 1963, when men didn't know any better and women didn't rise up and kick us in tender places. Did such beautiful babes study there in in 1964, and so many?? If so, why didn't you and I snag more? (No, let's not answer that question).
Naturally, the whole area was dug up. I've never seen it so bad. There's no more Washington Avenue for a while. They've dug it up to put through light rail. And, of course, to further hinder students, the city and state and university administration have come up with all kinds of street improvement projects, such that getting around is impossible. You follow a detour sign for 12 turns and then the 13th detour sign disappears -- you are lost in North Minneapolis, behind the garbage burner.
A humbling experience. Once again, the world takes delight in showing how much it's changed on us, while we are left holding the (empty) bag, while we were chasing after babes who after 1970 refused to be called babes.
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