Growing up in Toronto in 1967 – 1970 while attending Glendon Hall for undergraduate studies was an eventful time of my life. I am today reminded of those colourful events because I distinctly recollect starting university in what was then a picture-perfect autumn much like today, over 50 years later. I had just graduated from an all-boys boarding school, I was 18 years old and I was studying Philosophy. While there were several of my boarding school classmates who had also chosen to attend Glendon Hall it was of course a gateway to a new crowd. Most of the students within my orbit lived in residence. In that respect the place was very much like boarding school; viz., there were (separate) residences for men and women, and the residences were identified by individual houses (which, if I recall, were no more imaginative than A House, B House and C House). The women’s residence (l think it was collectively called Hilliard Residence) was located on the opposite side of the huge grassy courtyard that separated the two.