Just one correction New Boy: The press room was hotter !!! We had to keep the presses hot for the machines to run correctly. Plus the ink and paper dust mixed in. I was at Brooklyn Bethel 72-73 and the Farm 73-76. You might have met me...Ricky Righteous. Ha Ha. Do you remeber the rant Knorr went on about bicyles? Someone left their bike in the lobby of the 117 building.
I once saved the life of sister Dechecka. I was in the lower dining room and she sat next to me. Some holier than thou km student prayed for about 20 minutes. She past out and landed in a bowel of cheerios with milk. I grabed her by the hair and pulled her to safety!
Another time in the press room (building 1) there was a brother, fellow press operator who wore overalls that were threadbare, had the press grab his clothing and rip it off. He did not wear underwear. The only thing he was wearing was his shoes! A tour was going by at the time. I grabed some of the paper cut offs to cover him. I always wondered what the tour group talked about when they got back to the congo.
I was suprised by the amount of extramarital affairs brothers and sisters would have. On a few occasions I found couples making out in the house keepers closet, yikes. There was a high profile one of a brother in dispatch running off with a gilead student. New Boy, do you remember who that was? The problem was the fact that many of the young couples were from small town USA and now they found themselves working close with some charming good looking brother/sister.
My room mate was gay, Joel Reed, I was not but he and I got along ok, he went his way and I went my way. The press operator that I was an assistant operator was very gay. Press #2 He died of AIDES two years after leaving.
New Boy I can relate to your experience and probably met you when I was there.
