Rockwell: A Culinary History

[Michael Landrum]

So, an eight-year spate of cognitive dissonance and feared eschatology has finally resolved itself in the sudden recognition that Rockwell was the name of my freshman dorm at Andover.

Those who passed through those halls must make an illustrious bunch.

I have memories of loaves and loaves of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as bulwarks against all-nighters, purloined bananas from Commons, illicit six-packs of Moosehead Ale from New Hampshire (drinking age 18!), and well- rotted quarts of pork fried rice as memories from there, which it turns out are stronger than anything I have posted or read here.

Not that they eclipse memories and furtive longings of Willow Bay, Ritchie Banks, and I believe later, Olivia Wilde at the neighboring Johnson Hall.

Not to mention a disturbingly close but completely innocent recondite mentorship by the Pumpkin Man (insert link here).

Any one else out there?

And whence forth from Rockwell? Adams? Taylor? Day Hall in billowing clouds of weed and Dead tunes?

No pictures necessary.

I'd be very interested in what the expert inter-webbians here can dig up about other survivors of the original Rockwell community.