The Wilbert Dunlevy Himmelfarb Presentation Festival of
Undergraduate Research is held every year in mid-to late March, depending on
when spring break ends and Easter occurrs, on the main campus of Arbor State University.
This year, it landed on March 21 through 23, 1984. Sponsored by the Albert Kahn
School of Arts and Sciences, the festival took over almost an entire floor of
the Modern Language Building, with programming running concurrently in more
than two dozen classrooms. Drawing from all the satellite campuses including my own extension
in midtown Detroit, the programming featured mostly seniors giving brief synopses
of the senior theses they had completed during the fall semester, but ambitious
underclassmen could also enter to showcase their research projects.
Showing posts with label Chuck Roast. Show all posts
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Friday, August 14, 2020
Friday, July 10, 2020
#72: Guess Who’s Not Coming to Dinner
Chuck Roast’s eyes opened instantly. He bolted upright, grabbing
the cushions of the sofa. Holding one in front of himself defensively, he
cried, “Who? What?”
“What are you doing here?” I demanded. “What is the Human Meltdown doing back in America?”
“I was recovering from jet lag, if you must know,” he said. “What are you doing...? Oh, that’s right. You used to live here.”
Chuck rubbed the sleep from his eyes, set the cushion back in its place, turned, and put his feet on the floor. He relaxed somewhat, satisfied that I wasn’t immediately going to attack him.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded. “What is the Human Meltdown doing back in America?”
“I was recovering from jet lag, if you must know,” he said. “What are you doing...? Oh, that’s right. You used to live here.”
Chuck rubbed the sleep from his eyes, set the cushion back in its place, turned, and put his feet on the floor. He relaxed somewhat, satisfied that I wasn’t immediately going to attack him.
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