the inks of autumn

Autumn always makes me happy. Ever since I first went off to college, I've looked forward to the fall semester's New Beginning. (Let's see . . . since I left high school I've spent eight years in college as a student, and 27 as a professor. So that leaves two years as a soldier and about a dozen as an out-of-work bum, I mean distinguished novelist. Though some of those years I taught college courses in night school.)

Wandered around campus a bit yesterday; had lunch at the Student Center. ...