As in, three years after I graduated, it was gone.
Holy Cross Hall, home of The Hogs.
Sometimes during the winter when hot water was scarce, I would go over to The Rock to shower. Bats flying through the hallways, perpetual plumbing issues, hot as hell in the warm months, open barracks-style showers that were not nearly plentiful enough....
But we loved it, and I wouldn't change a thing.
Pork 'Em Hogs!