In 1962, I was accepted and decided to go to Haverford. My dad's car at that time was a 1948 Plymouth. It was a kind of grayish blue. It was a for real little old lady car that had sat in a garage for a bunch of years. Well along comes first day for freshmen to arrive. We drive down from Springfield, NJ to Haverford PA in the old Plymouth, pull up in front of Barclay Hall in that car and park behind another arriving freshman.....in a maroon Rolls Royce!!!! Uh oh! My dad and I looked at each other. We both shared the same somewhat fierce class consciousness.
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