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Sep 28 02: dateline: ithaca
Am upstate. John and I drove up here last night through torrential rain. Professor Sokol’s leading the Glee Club tonight at the Homecoming Concert, for the first time in ten years. He came out of retirement to take over for his replacement, Scott Tucker, who’s on sabbatical this year. Tom Sokol was a seriously beloved figure, a paternal presence in the life of every Clubber since sometime in the 1950s. The Professor taught discipline, professionalism, and artistic sensitivity, and you respected him even if he couldn’t remember your name. Alumni are coming out of the woodwork to attend.
Although you wouldn’t know it. I’ve been wandering around campus for much of today, visiting old haunts, investigating changes made to the university since I left. Many of these visits have proven fruitless; empty offices, locked doors. And I’ve seen basically nobody I know. Presently I’m stalking a contact in the University’s human sexuality collection to make sure that she received the archive of Wet Rags that I delivered last June. (For those of you at home, the Rag is the quasi-quarterly lit-mag-thingy published by Team NY Aquatics. I was its editor for quite a while.) She gets out of a symposium in about 45 minutes. Perhaps I’ll go over to Seal & Serpent and see if it, at least, is unshuttered.