Two details inside Scoville Hall, which was the original library at the college. On the right the original stairway. On the left the water fountain given as the gift of the class that graduated in 1914. One can only imagine that a water fountain was a "new thing" back then. It is nice to see that it has survived though.
When I attended Carleton we all seemed to study all the time. Except for the crew that was playing bridge all the time in Willis Student Union! They actually closed the library on Saturday afternoon in the fall so we would go to the football games!
These carrels overlooked a playing field, the Lyman Lakes and the arboretum. They are MUCH spiffier than during my days.
When I was attending Carleton there was a sign on the edge of Northfield that said "Cows, Colleges & Contentment" -- it disappeared over the years, but has been reinstalled I am told. This beaming bovine is at the restaurant "The Contented Cow" [please see the restaurant tips.]
I found an old college ID the other day, stuck in an old forgotten wallet that was in a plastic bag in the far recesses of a cluttered closet.
So this is me circa 1986 as I entered my senior year at Carleton College. I'm not sure where that bruise under my right eye came from.
I had a great time in college. Lots of friends, beer and the occasional class. One advantage to attending a small school was the opportunity to participate in a wide array of activities. I co-hosted a Sunday night sportstalk radio show, was an editor of the campus newspaper, competed in intercollegiate golf and several intramural sports.
Then there was the beer. Vast quantities of beer. Really more beer than you can imagine. More beer than even Richiecdisc can imagine.
The late Senator Paul Wellstone (or Paul as he preferred) lived in Northfield for much of his adult life. He came to Carleton College as a political science professor in the late 1960s. A position he kept until winning a dramatic upset victory to claim a United States Senate seat in 1990.
Paul ran a low budget grass roots campaign and shocked not only the Minnesota GOP but also the nation. This green bus was used by Paul to crisscross our large state. He would hold political rallies from the back of the bus and stump through the state much as candidates stumped their way across the nation by train in the 1800s through the early 1950s.
The town of Northfield, the state of Minnesota and indeed the nation suffered a tragic blow when Paul, his wife Sheila, his daughter Marcia, and five others lost their lives when their chartered aircraft went down in the woods near Eveleth, Minnesota.
Paul was a champion of the underdog and the common man. He was honest and decent. The testimonials that came from Capitol Hill were truly touching as great Congressmen and common security guards, cooks and doormen recalled stories of a man they called friend. The great thing about Paul was that he was truly interested in every single person he met. He was never too busy to visit with a constituent and made a person proud to have spent time with him.
We miss our friend Paul and hope to honor his legacy by treating all people with dignity and respect.