September 1966. I arrived with high hopes and a rube’s experience.
Bingham hall had two impressive architectural features which I appreciate and remember.
At the top of the tower there was a large room which had been an observatory. All the optical equipment had been removed, leaving a domed roof and lots of dirt and trash. Still, it was a remarkable thing to gawk at.
The tower also had a single room on the 7th floor, not assigned as no one would have wanted to walk up 6 flights of stairs. Through the magic of skeleton keys, I could enter this room, which I used intermittently as a refuge, as lodging for my father, as a really quiet workspace. Good view.
Long trudge. Antidote to the wonderful chaos of the university. No water, no heat except for what drifted up through 3 floors.
I still like towers.
– Bruce Parker