It was winter of my senior year, the first year of coeducation. I was trying to woo a freshman, still in the early hopeful stage of the relationship. It had just snowed, beautifully, and the campus was magical that night. How romantic to throw a snowball up against her window in Pyne Hall to get her attention for a walk in the snow. The pop of the leaded glass window from its frame foretold the pop of the balloon of that relationship. 

Michael Hirshfield ’70