Every Wednesday, our class frequented a small, no.. very small, dive-bar at the foot of Beacon Hill and also conveniently 50 paces from my front door. It’s name was Beacon Hill Pub, referred by all as “BHP”.
BHP is like any other dive-bar. Smells like old sweat and beer. Decrepit old tables and stools. Cheap beer, including the infamous Brubakers ($3 for way too much Brubaker). But, there’s one small twist that makes it our home for the past… who knows how long.
Chalk night!
If you walk into BHP, you’ll notice that each and every brick on one side of the bar is covered with names from the previous graduating MIT Sloan class. This year, was our year. And so on June 3rd, we went at it with buckets of chalk.
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