Word: bunkerism
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...sought us out to tell us what they liked best about their vacation in Beantown. While I was still in junior high, my dentist found out that I wanted to go to Harvard. From that point on, every six months I had to listen to a story about touring Bunker Hill or walking the Freedom Trail. All while having my cavities filled...
...Denise Scott Brown. No smirking little "references" to grand architecture done in pasteboard; no one-shot ironies or graphic-design quips. Botta's brick masses occupy their site with authority and dignity, and their striations save the windowless walls from dullness. It might have looked like an art bunker, but Botta avoided this by splitting the mass symmetrically with a protruding skylight: a big cylinder sliced off at a steep angle and faced in bands of dark and white granite...
...alcoholic's world is a strange one, you should understand. I guess different people react to the disease in different ways; my father's method was to stake out one small corner of our estate as "The Bunker" (we even made him a sign for it, "enabling" his behavior as the textbooks would tell you family members might), a dimlylit dungeon in which he hoarded his emotions like a dragon might guard his treasure...
...Saturday afternoons in the fall, the routine would change slightly. Notre Dame football was an all-consuming passion in The Bunker, and heaven help he who transgressed against its commandant on third down in the fourth quarter with the Irish in trouble. Was a television ever broken? I'm not sure, although I know glass shards of some sort were known to find the carpet (even before halftime) during the tense ones. In little time, I became a passionate Notre Dame fan, although my reasons were more defensive and selfish than those of the average Golden Domer, I suppose...
Still, I love the world of sports, enough to possibly devote my life to them; and I know deep down that I'll always owe this character flaw to my father. The world of The Bunker helped him to escape reality; self-psychoanalysis tells me that I wanted to escape with him, and here I am, still trying, having chosen the sports medium as my favorite. There are enough people like me who use the sports world as a daily escape to justify full-color covers of sports sections in newspapers all over the country; if I'm lucky...