One of the great perks of my work is that I get to
travel quite a bit to fun places. Currently I am in French Lick (one
has to wonder if they would give it the same name today), Indiana,
about 2 1/2 hours south of Indianapolis. On my way down I drove through
Bloomington and visited Indiana University, my alma mater.
IU observatoryThe house I lived in while attending the mathematics
program is still there, as is Bloomingfoods (the food co-op) and Dunn
Meadow, the location of my first experimental theater performance ever.
As I was walking on campus I went through the woods that surround the
observatory.

I recall late one night during my college days a buddy and I thought it
would be great to break into the observatory and take a look at the
stars.  We headed over to the woods where it was situated, and
climbed up the side using the drain pipe as a ladder.

We were about half way up when a security guard walked by. We froze. He
came right up underneath us and looked up to where we were hanging off
the side of the building. There was a long moment of silence.

“You boys lock up when you’re through,” he said.

I couldn’t believe my ears. My friend, above me on the pipe, dangled
his car keys shaking them loudly. “Yes sir! We’ll be sure to do that!”
Then we went on up and into the observatory where we fumbled around and
had a great time.

Sometimes life hands you a gift when it seems like you don’t deserve
it. My college days were filled with a lot of adventures that probably
shouldn’t be printed and circulated, but I survived them all
nonetheless.

This clearly was not a noble moment, but it forms a small section in
the story of my life that I continue to draw on for inspiration and
laughs. Share a special memory this week with someone you work with. A
blast from the past can add some welcome energy to today.


Memories of our lives, of our works and
our deeds will continue in others.


Rosa Parks