Walking back from lunch, I entered the quad from a far corner looking out on the music building, women's building, and the library. Classes were in the ten-minute switch so students were everywhere. Beautiful, sunny 60 degrees, a few people sprawled out on the grass, while everyone else was walking to one building or another. A slow trumpet solo sailed out from a window somewhere, an environmental group was asking for donations, and a preacher in a cowboy hat was lecturing in front of the library from his placard of bible verses. I walked past just as he said something about "our imaginations or other people's imaginations"… Times like this remind me why I like working on a college campus.