Submitted by: Peter Hays, 5/24/09

This entry relates to the past.

Categories of this entry: Coming to Davis, UCD, Unforgettable Experiences.

In 1966, when I came to Davis, it was entirely flat--no overpass over the train tracks--no hills. That summer, poet and professor Celeste Turner Wright, for whom Turner Hall on the UCD campus is named, invited my wife and me to a lecture by an English department colleague in the courtyard of Everson Hall. Then, as now, the courtyard featured a tree with a concrete wall around it. Professor Wright asked me to get up on the wall, a few feet off the ground. "Welcome," she said, "to the high point of Davis."