Self-limiting hours started my sophomore year. I was in Cobb dorm and so you could stay out after midnight. And before, you were in or you were in big trouble. Kitty Carmichael would come get you! You just didn't want to...you just didn't want to be caught. That was not going to be a good thing for you! She was the Dean of Women Students.

You could sign yourself out so you could stay out after midnight, but there was no place to go because everything closed. But Roy Roger's Roast Beef House, aka Roy Beef's, was open. You could barely get in there late at night because that was the only game in town. See, there weren't that many bars. I take it back. Maybe there were, I didn't go to them. I was a pretty innocent person.

It was the late 60s and women were saying "Hey, how come all these guys get to do whatever they want as undergraduates and why do we have to have these hours where we have to be in? It's not fair".

You went in and they had a counter and then they had a lot of booths. A lot of orange. And the booths were up closer to Franklin Street. The counter was towards the back. And people were just crowded in those booths and there was always a line, 'cause that's where you went to eat after midnight.

It was like roast beef sandwiches hamburgers, just you know, sandwich type stuff. Not beer or anything, you get milkshake or coffee or whatever. Yeah, but that was it for Chapel Hill, it was Roy Beef's, so a lot of people went there. And this was a huge deal to get self-limiting hours. You could have boys in your room and it was a big deal. Imagine that!

It was the late 60s and women were saying "Hey, how come all these guys get to do whatever they want as undergraduates and why do we have to have these hours where we have to be in? It's not fair". So then they worked out the self-limiting hours. You could sign out, you could be out, come back in at thus and so time and then now of course it is what it is. I mean, when I was a senior here I was one of the organizers for orientation. And that was the year that they were having a co-ed dorm in Morrison. And we had parents calling that were terrified, terrified or horrified, that their daughters was going to be in a co-ed dorm, And we explained, "See the locks between the floors? It's going to be OK!" and what not. But, it was interesting.

You had to sign yourself out and you had to come to the guards at the door and you got a key or somehow...gosh, what was it? How did you get yourself back in? I just remember guards being at the door to let you in late at night if you came in after midnight. I mean not guards. I mean like, police type people, security people, whatever. But it was hard before because if you were trying to say goodnight, there he was! Watching there at the dorm doors! It made it a little tough.