CAMPUS CAMPING. Yesterday's sojourn to Madison put me smack in the middle of Sublease Expiration Day, an event that includes a number of rituals, including the one called "I Hope It Doesn't Rain Because I Can't Move In Until Tomorrow." (The end of summer school in DeKalb is nowhere near this hectic.)

Something that has changed in the years since I finished university is the volume of stuff. I saw some trash piles with more cubic footage than my stuff, movable and disposable, at the end of sophomore or junior year.