I can’t believe I had some of these old personal checks still stashed away from my days up at Chico State University. AS IF I WOULD EVER NEED THEM. Gone now. But before that, I had to scan one of ’em just to capture the stylish moniker and the startling low dollar figure. The place was called Colony Inn. We lived in clusters. Four bachelor apartments shared a kitchen and patio, with two of the units sharing a bathroom. The place was just barely big enough for my waterbed and drum set.