He had gotten this small house on campus. And there would be discussions there. Or gatherings after showings of films, for which he’d bring together students, townspeople and faculty. Often there would be other locations as well, but the favorite place was in his house at night. As you probably have heard, everyone would take off their shoes. You’d leave the street in the street. You’d take your shoes off. Then you’d go into this nondescript one-story house just down a hill from the freshman quad. He’d have a table out with probably cookies, and lemonade or iced tea or water, certainly no alcohol. Or you’d take maybe  hot tea. You’d sit down on the chairs or on the floor of the living room, which had a fireplace at one end and a wall of windows that in daytime looked out over his patio with the mountains in the distance. But there was noting to see out there at night, nothing to distract you. And so you’d talk about some shared experience, either events of the day or, often, film. He recognized what has happening in our society, that visual pictures, stories seen on screen, had become our shared experience. They were effective in bringing together people like townspeople and faculty. He would have these sessions at night in his home. Very few faculty members did anything like that so there was something exhilarating about the whole thing.