The Dartmouth Blazer Brawl

My days at Dear Old Dartmouth began on a September morn 64 years ago with Dad twisting his way along the old Route 5 in his Buick Super convertible, top down, and Mom inhaling a pack of Camels during the then five-and-a-half-hour drive from New Haven to Hanover.

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