Remember the St. Patrick’s Day parade that ended on Elm Street under a barrage of snowballs? I remember that it was a sunny March day with a lot of snow still on the ground. Outside our Berkeley College room there was a terrace on which we were enjoying the sun. At a certain point we were attracted by the sounds of a marching band slowly making its way up Elm Street. When the green clad marchers were under our terrace I got the bright idea of throwing a snowball over the wall and into the parade. Within moments snowballs came flying from every direction onto the street below. After a short while I went down to the street to get a closer look. By that time the parade was completely disrupted. Ironically I remember standing next to the University president who was looking on with understandable disgust. Then I remember seeing a phalange of New Haven police marching up Elm Street with batons at the ready. My last recollection was ducking into the Berkeley library just ahead of the baton of a very eager policeman. After all these years I feel that I have never been adequately praised or punished for having thrown the first snowball.