After living in a sorority house for two years, my two roommates and I excitedly rented an apartment at 205 South Winooski Avenue in the fall of 1970. Rent was $150 per month. “Home sweet home” was a beige, dilapidated, furnished, second-floor walk-up. The coffee table miraculously balanced on just three legs—the fourth leg came in handy to help prop the living room window open. Added to this decor were the fur balls that the vacuum (that came with the furnished apartment) never picked up. And, lest I forget, our own “Ratatouille” that for a time became our fourth roommate, quietly taking shelter in our spaghetti pot. But most importantly, we shared so many wonderful memories in that wooden matchbox apartment; we especially loved its proximity to Alphonso’s, one of our go-to hangouts. It seems impossible that it was 50+ years ago. Even though geography has separated the three of us, our long phone calls and visits always pick up exactly where we left off.