It was fall, 1977. The wind blew wildly across the campus. Trees bent over horizontally to the ground. Waves washed over the bridge in the little pond beneath my dormitory. I felt my arms seem to go through the glass window of my third floor suite. I jumped back catching my breath. I was still breathing hard from running full speed back home from the dining hall. I couldn't take it there anymore. Too many people, the food too strangely colored to eat.