My recollection is that we didn’t think much about sleep in college. Late nights were common: reading books, preparing papers, cramming for exams. Then there were extra-curricular activities. The campus usually quieted down around midnight. I had heeled WYBC’s recording department in Freshman year. My fellow heeler was classmate Norm Dolph (RIP), a creative guy who understood electronics. I learned behind-the-microphone techniques while doing recording assignments with him. Junior year, I signed up for the late-night show, “Improvisations.” It was an opportunity to do both announcing and control room functions. As I began the show, the studio emptied as the music request show “Stardust” ended at 1 AM. I was soon the only person left. After signing off at 2 AM, I would re-file the records, secure the studios, and head out into the early morning from Hendrie Hall. My walk was up a peaceful, frequently cold, strangely quiet Elm Street, down York, to Pierson. Along the way, I passed quiet, stately Georgian and Gothic buildings that belonged to another era. I might get three hours of sleep before dragging myself to an 8 AM class. Looking back, those hours at WYBC stand out. Growing up in the 1940s and 50s, WYBCers had an idea of what radio should sound like. We tried to perform as professionally as we could. You learned by doing. And whether anyone was listening or not, you were “on the air.” Sleep was for another time. Still my lingering memory is of those solitary walks in the early morning hours, listening to the quiet of the sleeping campus.