We were a small crew that spent many nights running around under the campus in the steam tunnels. One of us was very good with locks and locksmithing, and he always had a key to get us in. We would raid the butteries at night for orange juice, and sometimes we got into Sterling Library (I recall the Room of Chairs, which had a huge pile of discarded chairs). It was mainly the thrill of being where we were not supposed to be, and having an alternative geography of the Yale campus.
– Richard Smith