Don Clark '60 | Sept. 3, 2013 | Notre Dame Magazine
It was September, 1956, and I had just arrived at the South Bend bus station after a 28-hour Greyhound ride from NYC. My father took the South Shore down from Chicago, where he had been on one of his frequent business trips, and met me at the bus station. We collected my foot locker from the bus and took a cab to campus, which neither of us had ever seen. Freshmen orientation started the next day, but we could register and get room assignments a day early.