It was a dark and stormy night. The lightning was flashing, the thunder rolling. The roof of the library continued to be flat. Snow embraced each square corner and enveloped each drain. The reference librarian on duty made the rounds searching in all the usual spots for leaks. But a certain location, once renowned for drips but dry for eons, escaped this librarian’s scrutiny. Then the alert came: a student reported some water. Water. Not a leak, not a drip, but a cascade. Water pouring from the ceiling. Ceiling tiles in smithereens on the floor. The books were removed, the plastic draped, receptacles gathered.
See how our enterprising maintenance and security people saved the Mudd.