Essays and Appreciations in Honor of Michael J. Colacurcio’s 50 Years of Teaching
Edited By Carol M. Bensick
Though I’ve spent time with Michael in other places, the space which I associate most strongly with Michael is his old office on the lower level of Rolfe Hall. He used to quip that his epitaph would be “He kept his office hours,” and though the quip was dark, the office hours themselves were not. I first met Michael the spring of my senior year of college, when I had flown out to California to visit graduate programs. During that first visit to his office, Michael took books (many by people in this collection) off his bookshelf and held them out to me, saying of each one “This is a child” or “This is a grandchild.” When he had worked his way through the long and distinguished list of intellectual offspring, he said, “I’ve trained and placed many early Americanists, and if you come here, I will take responsibility for training and placing you.”
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