> Many many years ago I was spending time with a few well-to-do Cornell
> students, upclass in a way, and we were climbing around in the Johnson
> art museum on the campus at night while it was under construction -- as
> a dare.

Midnight architects, indeed.

When I was a (not rich towney) student at Cornell Arch., Sarrinen's TWA
terminal was under construction and I desperately wanted to see how they did
the form work for the curves.   So, I would secretly leave after Friday
classes, telling my folks I was going to study late in the drafting rooms,
and get to NYC and the airport around midnight.   The first time I went, I
just had a plan to sleep in my car and take a look over the construction
fence on Saturday.   However, at 1:00 am, with time on my hands, I took a
walk to look at the concrete Mecca and pay reverence in the moonlight.
There appeared a little gap in the yard gate, so I snuck in and climbed all
over the scaffolding until daybreak, making sketches of how the forms were
built.   At 6 am I thought I had better clear out, so headed for the gate,
only to meet, on his way in, a very large watchman of the other racial
persuasion.   My little heart did a big flip flop and then I just pretended
everything was normal and said "Goodmorning!" before he spoke.   With my
notebook under my arm, he thought I was a architect so asked me into his
little shack for a cup of coffee and questions about how his son could
become an architect.   I went back several other weekends for the same spy
mission, and each Saturday morning from then on he gave me a friendly wave
as I walked out.

cp in bc

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