Memories of Powell
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audience (a full house, of course) filed in and was seated. The
moment arrived for the concert to begin. Weiss stepped to the front
of the stage, bowed to enthusiastic applause and raised his arms.
The hall fell into silence. Weiss gave the downbeat, cuing the accompanist.
No sound issued from the synthesizer.
horrified. What had gone wrong? Weiss would be furious! I would
be cast out of my beloved Powell and stripped of my status as a
Bruin. I looked in terror at the conductor, but he was calm, smiling.
He raised his arms and gave the downbeat once more.
preparing to resign in disgrace on the spot when the photographer
identified the problem: While moving his stepladder, he had inadvertently
pulled the synthesizer's cord out of the wall. We plugged it back
in, and the concert proceeded without a hitch. I understand there
are plans to resume the "Music in the Rotunda" series now that the
library has reopened. It's a wonderful idea, but please, don't ask
me to help. I couldn't survive another near-disaster.
would I care to relive the time one of my coworkers came into my
office in the library and said, "Wendy, could you call the campus
police? Some female students are complaining about a weird guy in
he doing?" I asked, reaching for the phone.
crawling around on his hands and knees, blowing air up women's skirts
with a rolled-up magazine." It was my somber duty that afternoon
to report to the police that not only was the Stalker in the Stacks
so brazen as to be practicing his peculiar peccadillo during the
busiest time of the day, but also that he was using a magazine taken
from the library's periodicals collection.