far right seat of the front row was where I sat when my folks dropped me off in Sept. '63...I think they started vespers around 5ish...half-way into the service, I began blubbering like a baby...I was homesick. MY class had 61 members, but quickly dropped to 60, when on prospective student just took one look, and left!

COULD this be the infamous chalkboard where Pat Bierlein ducked away from a roundhouse right from Fr. Don Z.???

The first few nites sleeping here, Ikept getting awakened by tractor trailers zooming down Main St. I decided to sneak over to this window one night and saw that they were "Wise" potato-chip semis...a food we never saw too much of there...I immediately got homesick...

Wasn't Joe DiBella's barbershop @ the bottom of this stairwell???