The fences are weird. No making sense of where they've been placed. But they're not as bad as we imagined. Right now, there are still small gaps to be found or burst through. There's an intoxicating exuberance everywhere, a blend of autumn color and cool, of Fall Break, and, yes, of Debate '08. Yesterday, if we wanted, we could tour where things will be: the inside of the immense press tent, the floor of the arena where the candidates will stand, etc. I understand there was little to see and surely all better left to the imagination. I have an appointment with a student at 3:30. By 5:00, no cars are to be left on campus. I seriously expect someone wielding a pole to rout Alex and me from my office, where, if anything had been locked, it must be unlocked now. It pleases me to think of Secret Service agents searching through the chaos of my files. Byron--"mad, bad, and dangerous to know," they'll read. Otherwise, what will they make of it?
posted by Sandy at 10:07 AM