Had to go meet with him for a "discussion" one Monday morning when, after returning from a late Saturday night beer run, I got busted driving a car onto campus via the library sidewalk. (Used to be that you could drive over the curb at the library circle and drive on the sidewalk to what used to be a small parking lot behind Farley. Unfortunately a campus police car was sitting in the lot with its lights off waiting for someone just like me to try.) It got worse when he learned that the car belonged to the brother of a Farley resident whose room had been visited by security several times that night as the result of a party that got, in his view, out of hand. Maybe the mountain of furniture and empties that had been tossed from windows and lay in a heap of wreckage in the Farley courtyard the next morning had something to do with his perception. For some reason he thought that the names were more than a coincidence and that I might have had some responsibility for the fracas.

I guess talking my way out of that one was the first sign that I was destined to be a lawyer.

The most amazing thing was, they never opened the trunk, so they didn't confiscate the beer. The delivery was somewhat delayed, but succesful nonethless.