There were many wonderful things about Miquon. I orbited a set of older students who seemed impossibly glamorous to me, who drove and smoked and made films and listened to the Specials and Black Flag and had sex (sometimes at school!). But the very best thing about Miquon for me was the library. It had been lovingly accumulated over two decades, and was filled to overflowing with the cultural and intellectual fruits of the American ‘60s and ‘70s.