Osler's Razor

It is homecoming today both at Baylor and at my undergrad alma mater, William and Mary. Today I had discussions with two of my W & M fraternity brothers (IPLawGuy and TallTenor), and it made me wish that I was back in Williamsburg for the the festivities.

Williamsburg was a magical place in October. There were cool nights, but not cold. On a weekend, I remember walking across the sunken gardens to my dorm, and seeing people crossing over in the fog going this way and that. Some coming back from a dance, dressed up; others in a group, singing. I am the kind of person who at times would just stop and watch everyone else. At least once, the sunken gardens was home to an incredible, gigantic snowball fight.

Then there was the year, 1984, that I accidentally split the homecoming parade into two parts, going in opposite directions. It's a long story involving Linda Lavin, a drum majorette, and two years of probation for old Theta Delt, but this is probably not the time and place to tell that particular story.