One sure sign of aging
Is not being able to remember the name of your first college dorm. (Yes, I realize not everyone went to college.)
Eventually I came up with it: Adams Hall. I suspect 25 percent of all who went to (or, in my case, started) school in New England spent time living in an Adams Hall.
I remember that the Dorm Council elections featured a full slate of candidates from the Party Party. At the head of that ticket was a guy named Bass. The upperclassmen in my four-room suite enjoyed tacking on "hole" when referring to him.
Anyway, I brought this up because last night I thought of either a fortune-cookie game or a "determine your porn star moniker" exercise that somehow involved dorm names. But now I've forgotten how it was supposed to work.