I think that’s Clark (or possibly Chris Hamilton), serving at far right. He’d join our games, occasionally. The volleyball court moved out of the parking lot, one year, when money dried up and the partly-finished New Main Building had to wait a while for the means to finish it. A funny story hangs thereby: as they were capping off the uncompleted construction site, the engineers trooped into Clark’s office and informed him that he couldn’t, mustn’t halt construction: even as they spoke, spoke they, the already-completed basement parking lot was bobbing to the surface. Very slowly, but very like unto a cork. Turns out that they’d designed it to float on the decomposed muck that remained from a colonial-era village dump, inasmuch as bedrock was beyond reach!
What to do? What to do? Fear not: Abt Associates Ingenuity came to the rescue. They simply filled the basement with water, making it too heavy to rise. Then they ignored persistent jokes about the summer home of the Loch Ness Monster, until construction could begin again.
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