Farewell, Mr. Butch
July 13th, 2007 by Doug Schnitzspahn
All of us who went to BU in the 80s, slam-danced at the Rat, head-banged at Narcissus, and fell in love with Fenway will not forget you.
I want to be lifted up
By some great white bird unknown to the police,
And soar for a thousand miles and be carefully hidden
Modest and golden as one last corn grain,
Stored with the secrets of the wheat and the mysterious lives
Of the unnamed poor.
—James Wright