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Date Posted: 13:23:54 09/19/09 Sat
Author: Frank Mullen
Author Host/IP: 74.32.250.225
Subject: Third Floor, Main Building, Fall, 1969
In reply to: Bill Manser 67- 73 's message, "Re: Nick Cowles On The Radio" on 09:29:09 09/19/09 Sat

I lived on the third floor in my first semester, the fall of '69, two flights up the stairs from the Core Room.

Across the hall from me was the headquarters of the Space Patrol, a group of young men who emerged from the Mother Ship only to eat and score.

Next to them was Chris Brooks. The music of Jug and fiddles emanated from his room, a combination that has yet to grow on me.

I shared a bathroom with Peter Lichtmann. We spent September through December each assuming that the other would clean the toilet. We were both wrong in our assumptions.

On the other end of our cross-hall lived Chuck Nyren, a fellow from Chagrin Falls, Ohio, and Jeff Simon, who wanted to be a podiatrist because his uncle was a chiropractor who owned an office building with empty space.

Out on the main hallway, through an adjoining door from me, was Bruce, a southern boy who had worked in a cigarette factory, shoveling peanut shells into the tobacco that wound up in Marlboros.

Next to him on the main hallway was Andy Statman, an amazing, self-taught practitioner of jazz on the tenor saxophone and mandolin who is now a noted klezmer artist.

My roommate was Arthur Moore, who did not exist. Early in the semester, there being a mixup in room assignments and a shortage of beds, Dean Dixon Bush asked everyone in the Main Building to put a sign on their door listing their names and hometowns. Being the only occupant of my room and quite satisfied with the situation, the sign on my door read
Frank Mullen, Sea Cliff, NY
Arthur Moore, Boston, MA
For weeks, Dixon and others kept showing up on the third floor in an attempt to talk to the mysteriously unavailable Arthur. Everyone on my hall was in on the ruse and knew how to respond to the administration's FAQs:

Has anyone seen Arthur Moore?

He was around a minute ago. I guess you just missed him.

What does Arthur Moore look like?

Arthur Moore has long hair and typically wears a red bandana and a blue work shirt.

Why does Frank Mullen's room appear to have only one occupant?

While officially sharing a room with Frank Mullen, Arthur Moore has moved his belongings to a lean-to he is building in the woods as part of an Outreach project.

How can Arthur Moore have a room in the Main Building if he's on Outreach?

You'll have to ask him.

Where is he?

He was around a minute ago. I guess you just missed him.

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