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MIT's Building 20: The Magical IncubatorStory, Anecdote, or Reminiscence |
Ed Walker
edwalker@ectwalker.com
I occupied an office on the top floor of D-Wing. I say it was an office, but it often felt like an open air tree house - whether or not the windows were open. It was light and airy, to say the least.
Walking the halls of Building 20 always sounded like the sound-track from a Hitchcock thriller. I swear that I could hear footfalls all the way from A-Wing, especially at night. I hope someone thinks to record the sounds of the building before it's gone.
Entering the building at the end of D-Wing did have its advantages for an impoverished Research Associate. Not a few items of basic office furnishings and building supplies in the form of large shipping crates ended up at the house after having been liberated from the trash room.
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Created: Mar 18, 1998
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Modified: Mar 19, 1998
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