Flashes of Panic

There are fireworks going off at the University; I can see flashes over the treetops, probably more if I went upstairs to my office. I can hear them pretty well.

I think it’s one of the annual University celebrations; Spring Fling is tomorrow afternoon, I believe, and I think there’s something connected to that.

But maybe it’s a measure of how disconnected we are from most of the University, over on our own side of the Commuter Rail tracks, that I had to think about this; at first, I thought that, like the backyard barbeque I just returned from, it was somehow connected with the Ph.D. students who sat for their written quals today.

Update: Here it is.

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