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DAVID S. ALBERTS '62
In my senior year, I lived at the top of Northam Towers in the Spring of 1962. My then-girlfriend (now magnificent wife) from Connecticut College (for Women) was visiting for the weekend and was “smuggled” into the dorm through the Men’s bathroom fire escape about 11 p.m. We were studying together in my room, breaking the 10 p.m. moratorium rule when we both heard the footsteps of the dreaded Medusa, trudging up five flights of steps. I decided to hide Heather (now my wife of 44 years) under my laundry (she’s only 5 feet and 105 pounds), and prepared for the Medusa inspection and possible censure! They poised at the top of the steps, and were about to knock on my door, when one Medusa member, Dave Wilson, said, “That’s Dave Alberts’ room; he wouldn’t have a woman in his room.” They then trudged back down the steps, much to my relief. I went to the closet and rescued Heather. When she heard that the Medusa suggested that I was a wimp and would not have a girl in my room, she was “pissed” and screamed loud enough for the Medusa to hear – I guess they didn’t have the energy to trudge up the steps again...
So, now I’m “clean” 45 years later!
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