When I was a student at the university in Evanston, I had an internship (called co-op) at a company in Portland. I arrived on the airplane, got a pocket full of

When I was a student at the university in Evanston, I had an internship (called co-op) at a company in Portland. I arrived on the airplane, got a pocket full of dimes, found a local newspaper and located a room to rent by nightfall. While I had a car, I took pretty much every bus line to its end just to explore the city. Since computer time was scarce back then, I went to the office about midnight or 2 am and worked till mid-morning. I lived close enough to walk. The route took me past a bakery, which of course was firing up at that hour, causing hunger pangs. Sadly, this was before Powell's was invented. I only knew one person there, and my social life was pretty limited.