Fresh bread smells used to waft through here all day and all night from the Williams' Bakery... and also the intercom talking to bread trucks. Dorm life will change a lot when this is finished. My uncle apparantly bought illicit loaves from the workers out the backdoor as a dorm kid years go. It was all fenced off when I lived here, but still active. Now, it's a hole in the ground teeming with construction workers. There is a big O flag in the middle.
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