The building beyond Kresge was the research building. It had no windows. The guy who designed the building and the deans who thought it was a good idea should have been shot.
John Franklin "Daddy" Huber, PhD. Dr. Huber was universally called Daddy. He interviewed me. It was a pleasant interview of which I still have fond memories. At one point Dean Brigham happened into the room. He asked if I wanted a Coke. Given that my mouth was so dry that my tongue was like a velcro blood pressure cuff on the roof of my mouth I was more than happy to accept. At that point the dean carefully picked a few quarters of of his pocket, disappeared for a minute and returned from the soda machine in the "mezzanine" that was actually in the basement with two cans of Coke.
The mailboxes. These haven't changed though I don't think they are in use any longer now that the new school is opened. These were a lifeline to the outside world in a day before e-mail, texting and face time.
Jones Hall. This was a dorm. A number of the women in our class lived there during freshman year. The roof was the scene of many a boozy party. Superb views of Center City Philadelphia.
The "Old Medical School." I referred to it as that when I came home from my first semester. Dad asked what the "old" medical school looked like. When I told him he noted that it was the brand new medical school when he was there (graduated in 1931). It opened in 1929 or 30. Unfortunately it is slated for demolition. It was a much warmer, friendlier, and attractive building than bloody Kresge.
Sitting on the wall. A lot happened on that wall. We ate lunch there on nice days. Sat out there reading, chatting or trying to get a date. There were a number of food trucks in front. Cheap, good, and high volume food. Yeah, that's me. Forty years gone by. Wow.
+Fr. Jack, SJ, MD