“I have to go,” I told her.
“So soon?” She sounded deflated.
“We’ll talk later. I have a class to teach.”
“Whatever.” She hung up on me, probably returning to her drunken spell and afternoon with seven liquors. 9: Castling College
Doonmyer Hall looked more like a cathedral than an institution. Two steel spirals on its apex reached into the heavens, topped with silver and glinting lightning rods. I thought it the most beautiful hall on campus, a reproduction of St. Patrick’s in Manhattan. I mostly taught on the second floor with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the campus and surrounding city. Thomas Doonmyer built the brick structure in 1956, and it withstood two fires in the library (students smoking marijuana), and a minor earthquake in 1984, two days before Ronald Regan’s inaugural address. The hall ended up being my home away from home where I taught a variety of classes to young and old minds.