At Franklin & Marshall, Ringing In the New Generation

It bothers me that I can't remember the song my freshman-year next-door neighbor in Buchanan Hall blared day and night. Not "Free Bird." Not "Sweet Home Alabama." But what? How could I forget? He had four-foot speakers and he played the same song over and over and over.

It bothers me because I'm sitting on the Buchanan Hall porch with one of the two current occupants of my old room, a Franklin & Marshall College freshman who is complaining, just as we always did, that "the course

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