Director’s Letter September 2021
It is a sign of how far Gothic’s facility plant has come that there is no possibility I would be considered for a RMBL maintenance job today. That wasn’t the case in 1991. It was a glorious summer for me. Cash, or more accurately “loose change”, in my pocket, free room and board, and little to worry about when I clocked out. It was perhaps less glorious for RMBL; they had to teach me which way to turn a screwdriver (“rightie-tightie”). Perhaps my greatest skill was slipping away to work on the fence when I got advance notice that the honey wagon was coming to pump outhouses.
Despite my lack of mechanical aptitude, I love Gothic’s facilities. Johnson Dorm. Virginia. Lead King. Mammal Lab. Baker. Barclay. Oh-Be-Joyful. Enders. Enders Annex. Crystal. Gates. Each of those cabins are woven into my memories. From summers in Gothic that anchored my post undergrad winter wanderings, to graduate school, to starting a family, to seeing my boys grow into young men, for 34 years my life stages have been defined in part by a Gothic cabin.