They flooded north and south on the brick paths. Some of them seemed as busy with their route as the squirrels that skipped over the stones and roots of the lawn. I don't think so, with few exceptions. I stood a moment transfixed at the sight of students in motion, of rose colored buildings, of columns rising above a green expanse. As I walked on toward my office, I passed by Old and New West.
Cubed cupolas sit atop each old dormitory.
I only know I've never yet seen a chancellor atop Old West. They should go there sometimes to think and pause and peruse an old book of stories about the Hill. Give them some ideas about where we've been and where we're going. As for me, I'm going back to work. Carolina has given me many homes.