Now Steve, you oughta remember that those dorm room doors were made out of steel! No, I lived up on the hill, in a converted motel on the old highway above the golf course between Trinidad and Raton Pass, right next door to what in those days was a bakery. We used to stop at the bakery after midnight on our way back to our apartment and pick up a few freshly-baked loaves. Most of the time we were walking, of course, somewhat over a mile each way to the college.
Those were certainly Shining Times, too bad we didn't know enough back then to properly appreciate them....
Regards, Joe
