A Sense of Freshman Year
Fall of Freshman year on Wittpenn Walk, heading uphill toward the Center for lunch, brain wanting to explode after the physics lecture, a bracing breeze bringing the pungent smell of Maxwell House coffee along with faint metal clanging from Bethlehem Steel to the north, the statue of the Torch Bearers, the Empire State Building and New York City skyline on the right, and a thin layer of red, yellow, and orange leaves scattered across the lawns and walk. Everyone is walking to the cafeteria, a few conversing, but most lost in their thoughts - the next Saturday zero hour quiz, any mail today, what was Odysseus's dog's name?
Lunch over, no mail, Argus. Down the hill, again, heading to Burchard. While waiting for the lecture hall to empty, I press the button to view the scratchy black and white movie on the "Galloping Gertie" (Tacoma Narrows Bridge failure in Washington State), never realizing that someday I'd be living close enough to drive over it often and would always think of the movie while on the bridge.
Strange that at 18, you never know where life will lead, but later, always thankful to have the tools for the journey.
- Ralph Cohen '71