By Michael Golub (EE72)
During the spring of 1987, I was working four graveyard shifts a week in a Philadelphia emergency room. My circadian rhythm shifted completely, and I found myself wide awake from midnight to six a.m., every night.
I was, at this time, also taking a creative writing course at Temple, while trying to get into their film school. I owned my first Macintosh computer, a 512K model, and was eager to get the hang of word processing on this newfangled contraption.
So you see, conditions were ripe, and I began writing a series of brief essays that allowed me to close my eyes and recreate my Boiberik experience.
"Station Two" was the result. It is a string of essays/stories, all loosely configured around the serving of a single guest side meal in the Boiberik dining room, circa 1976.
Looking back on something I wrote 12 years ago makes me cringe. However, the response to Boiberik essays distributed through the camp discussion group has been so positive, that when Mitchel suggested I post this story on the web, I decided that it was a good idea.
You will notice that I use real names. I hope that nobody is insulted. I have great affection for everyone mentioned in this story, including those people who were my nemeses, enemies, and rivals during camp days.