Senior year was a year of discoveries, the first being that I could squeeze my desk chair through the window of 1161 Trumbull College onto the narrow balcony that overlooked the corner of York and Elm. I spent a lot of time out there, often alone. The balcony provided a clear view as Liggett’s boarded up its windows and the National Guard marched by in the days leading up to Kent State. There were many more days, a speaker balanced in an open window, when I just soaked up the sun, put finishing touches on my senior paper, or read Charlie Reich’s book of wishful thinking, adrift on that balcony, not much of a rudder yet in hand, comforted being “outside,” but still anchored within the safety of that Gothic harbor.
– David Poppel