We were deciding in 1977 whether we were still an extension of New Deal ideology or resigned to mass cheap housing for individualists. I was Chatterbox editor and am still deciding whether to destroy the goofy evidence of The Phantom of the Coop. The Colorado River raft trip was tops...we built our own rafts. We had a dress-up candlelight dinner for four with waiters in the dining room (egg foo yung of course). So I was proven silly enough to become BOD Pres. This entitled me to paint all Robison trim myself for free. I pushed an upgrade HHH lounge..so frats made off with the furniture for a day. Insiders stole my gavel for ransom...et tu Brute? Thousands of other memories, but for now that is "all the news that's print to fit" I'm still in LA...see yah soon!

It was so long ago I can barely remember specifics… (1971-1975) but I do recall a group of us christening the new building from the roof with a bottle of something!

Here’s a start anyway. I moved into HHH (which folks in my particular circle called Hardon Handsome) in January 1974 when it was brand-spanking new. I was on Sunday omelette shift with Rob Aronson and I recall someone made an omelette in the shape of a 32, Bill Walton’s number.

We took a Co-op vote to name the new building. In his words, Harley Hardman wanted to name the building something like "Love Hall." He poured his heart and soul into the Co-op. He knew that names would lose meaning over time, but not a theme such as Love or Peace. Hansen, who was the crotchety maintenance man, had no affection for the Co-op. The third employee, the cook, was Pat de la Torre, a salty, foul-mouthed ex-sailer, who loved the co-op but no one would put his name on a building. And so it goes...