I had calculus and econ classes in Harrelson in the mid 60s. My day was always made when I had an 8 o’clock class there. There was a professor who’ d come in about 8 in a suit and tie, tie very loose, collar unbuttoned, and shoes untied. He’d be reading a book. He’d come through the entry, proceed to the inner wall on the ramp and place his shoulder on the wall. He’d then begin his walk up the ramp reading. That inner wall had ashtrays mounted about every 50 ft or so. When he’d hit an ashtray he’d just sort of pirouette around it, put his shoulder back on the wall and keep walking. He never looked up. He never stopped reading. When someone mentions Harrelson that’s the vision that pops immediately to mind. Asthetically I never cared for the building, but no one ever solicited my opinion.
