I went to the "U" a few years ago. The classes I took were held in WWII army barracks on the edge of Ft Douglas. Orson-Spencer was a pleasant walk from the Social Science building and there was room to park a car. Girls actually hid their bra straps back then, but then many of them had burned their bra for this or that. We were dumber then; we couldn't solve the world's problems with a letter to the editor, we were custodians of the land we lived on and worked on, tree huggers and SUWA hadn't been heard of, the Sierra club was limited to a few eccentric Californians who stomped around in Sequoia or Yosemite looking for causes to fight for, Ted Wilson and Rocky Anderson were selling watered down lemonade and left-over girl scout cookies on the street, and the population argued and debated over many of the same issues as today, but with dignity and respect. Now I read the Daily Chronic, shake my head, and wonder why I should continue to pay my alumni dues. Is the role model for the Chronic the New York Times? Is Lindsey Sine really the reincarnation of Pollyanna? Is the entire editorial staff engaged in a "survival" series of their own creation?