In Response to: A Princeton Pastime Declines as Temperatures Rise
It must have been a Saturday or Sunday in February 1957 or 1958 when we escaped Firestone Library for black ice on Lake Carnegie. We thought that we could skate to Kingston, but I doubt that we got to the second curve, having left our shoes at the crew house. Most memorable was the full moon that rose as we skated back in time for supper at Upper Eagle.