October 30, 2009
On a beautiful, crisp and sunny fall day, I found myself on a college campus. The wooded sections around the edges of the campus render the otherwise boring brick and cinderblock architecture of the last century acceptable. I was intensely drawn to the idea of campus in fall but I couldn't understand why. I finally remembered: the only fall term I was actually on the K campus was freshman year, and fall term elsewhere lacked the glorious trees. That first fall in college was magical, from raking leaves at Dean Dewey's house to the only football game I ever attended.