I lived in Butler for two years, 1978–1980. These were among the happiest years of my life, in spite of all the pressures of pursuing doctoral studies. For me, Butler was paradise. I had my own little house. It was quiet (I dealt with the paper-thin walls by sleeping in the living room). There were grass and trees. I could concentrate there. I wrote my entire Ph.D. thesis in Butler. It was wonderful. OK, I was young, I was in love, and Butler will always have certain associations.
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