by Amy Smith
11:35 am in Uncategorized by Amy Smith
I remember one time Tim, Danza, and I were heading back from Green St. to our place on Nevada and we were about half way through the central quad when Danza took off running.
This didn’t surprise us as Danza often took off running at random – I remember that, on more than one occasion, he would burst into our apartment out of breath. “Why were you running?” I’d ask, and he’d say, “Oh I was just coming back from class.” Often he’d run from Siebel Center (far north) all the way down Lincoln to the apartment on Nevada. I told him that this was mighty odd – to see some lanky kid sprinting down Lincoln Ave with his backpack on and full clothing. He said that he thought it was mighty odd that people had to change into their designated “workout gear” when they were in the mood for a run. When he felt like running, he felt like running. Sometimes with Danza, there was no point in arguing. (Although I very much enjoyed doing that at times)
So this one time when we were walking down the quad and Danza took off running, he turned back to get a view of us and slammed face first into a horizontal metal bar (from a frame they put around the Chem Annex for construction). He dropped flat on his back. I’ve never in my life seen anyone drop like that. It was straight out of a Tom and Jerry cartoon, or something of the like. WHAM.
He was fine, of course. And after we pried him off the ground we all had a good laugh about it. As I was dozing off today, this scene suddenly came into my head – him plowing into that metal bar and then, later (after he had recovered), his deep smile creases.
