The Half-Acre gym on the University of Wyoming campus in Laramie Wyoming was so-called because, at the time it was built, it was one of the biggest gymnasiums around. For at least one summer as I recall I was a student janitor at the Half-Acre gym. In the winter, I would go to work at ll:00 p.m. when intramurals were over and start my work with a six-foot wide dust mop to sweep the main gym floor. Then I vacuumed the wrestling mats in the wrestling room. Then I swabbed out the men's showers and locker room. With luck, I would be done by 1:00 a.m. Then I walked 15 blocks to downtown Laramie where I was a janitor at the telephone company. With luck, I would get home at 3:00 a.m. Some times the weather was well below zero and the sidewalks icy and treacherous. Then the next task was to get up for an 8:00 o'clock class. More than one instructor bawled me out in class for going to sleep. And that is how I worked my way through college by doing these and a couple of dozen other jobs when these ran out. And I didn't owe a penny when I graduated, either. But part of that result was due to getting married at Christmas of my senior year to a wife who had a job and could make the payments on her engagement ring. At least she didn't complain about it and she still has the ring and we are still married. In fact, she is starting to put a new 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle together just a few feet away from me. I still have a strong affection for the Half-Acre gym. And for my long-suffering wife.