Chung’s Dorm, Groton, Mass., (Room and board)
I was the last resident to move into this slim triple at the end of the downstairs hall, so I got the top bunk and the awkward desk. The phone was right outside our room. I tried to avoid it, as there was not much good news to report.
“My thoughts drifted to past interviews. The time I made a joke about hair plugs to a man with hair plugs. My brief chat with the grisly manager of a motorcycle bar. The putty grin of a Cutco representative.”
Yes, I had a storage unit for two years. It held a mattress and box spring, an old television, a few pieces of tattered hand-me-down grad school furniture and sagging cardboard filled with kitchenware and books and computer speakers.
