During the blizzard of January 1966 we trayed down the hilly streets at SU since there wasn’t any traffic for days. The cafeterias ran out of food (the last meal was a slice of old turkey and a piece of lettuce) so we subsisted on canned goods we had hoarded for late night studying. Finally a caravan of bulldozers and frontend loaders opened the roads for supplies to get in. It was quite an experience since most of the students were home for intersession and those of us left felt like we were living in a very remote area.

Fun was had whatever the weather. I remember the campus-wide waterfights which erupted in the spring my junior and senior years. You were lucky to travel a block before being soaked through and through. Don’t know how long that tradition continued…?