Even in 1963 the radiator in my room in BJ was a venerable antique. It produced a mellow uniform friendly heat compared to the gas heater in my room at home, whose dangerous flame was always threatening to go out and was too hot up close and too cold in the far corners. That rad was my first experience of central heating and it was a good one. I have never had it again in any of the later places I have lived. Fan-forced hot air gets the job done in a northern clime, but it is not the same. It doesn’t give nearly the sense of well-being as one had lying in bed in BJ and imagining all that warm water proceeding from a subterranean central boiler through a labyrinth of piping to every room in the place. Long live rads! It is another reason to prefer the older dorms to the new ones.