“I'll always be grateful for Lambda Iota's warm brotherhood when in 1949, upon my transfer from the U of Chicago where I'd achieved Fijidom, I was unhesitatingly welcomed. Into the Quonset hut out in the side yard, however, where the study-cubicle half was heated but the dorm half wasn't. February midnights were a PTSD experience— you took a deep breath on the warm side, opened the door into the below-zero dormitory, ran to your bunk, plunged under the covers head first and, at last, collapsed, breathed out and coughed explosively.
An alternative "favorite memory"? Well..."