Did anyone get a chance to talk to Pudge? I ran into him on my way out. He was downstairs reading Cormac McCarthy's The Road. He said he couldn't make it up to the roof because his calf was still smarting from the musket ball he took at Colonial Days. When I asked him what he thought of the book he said, "Idontknow, it's all right, I kinda hoped there was more stuff in there about nuclear winter." He said he was similarly disappointed with Pynchon's book for it's lack of "stuff on hydraulic lift." I ended up missing my last train. No problem. Pudge gave me a ride home in his stretch limo. A strange and fascinating (not to mention enigmatic) young man.
