Two of my formative years were lived in this dorm wing. I met the future father of my children and had a six-hour-long phone conversation with him in that lounge on the left (and subsequently adopted an Internet handle that's stuck). There's a lot of history in this relatively nondescript place, in a tiny, remote Maine border town. I imagine I'm not the only one to feel it.

Two of my formative years were lived in this dorm wing. I met the future father of my children and had a six-hour-long phone conversation with him in that lounge on the left (and subsequently adopted an Internet handle that's stuck). There's a lot of history in this relatively nondescript place, in a tiny, remote Maine border town. I imagine I'm not the only one to feel it.

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