Ode to the Grape

4 years at UVA was both long enough and short enough a time to make a smorgasbord of memories and has offered a plethora of things to appreciate. Here we go...

Beautiful architecture and scenery all around. Magnolias galore in the spring. Vividly verdant in the summer. Leaves changing in the fall. Beaucoup snow in the winter.

Constant construction going around. Never ending mazes of detours, sounds of the jack hammer, and other beautiful sounds of buildings going up.

UVA Chapel carillon tolling every hour and ringing every 3pm, 5pm, and 7pm.

Parking is horrendous. Teaching a dog how to play piano would be easier than to find parking on Grounds. I shake my fist at this still.

Too many memories in Newcomb. Shout out to Ms. Kathy...Forever a sweetheart! O-Hill's ridonkolous stir-fry lines. Runk's funky art, I still think they're funky portraits of Einstein, Mr. T, Leonard Nimoy, and Patrick Stewart. Honorable mention to Miss Lady with the white bat wings and branch for a spine.

The Crossroads, West Range Cafe, and The Castle...top 3 to grab food on Grounds.

Rouss Reading Room, McGregor Room, Brown Library Reading Room, and Newcomb Lounge...top places for study/work places.

Club Clemons. Enough said.

Spending countless hours in the creepy yet fascinating stacks of Alderman.

Trolley and bus rides. Seeing and hearing from the most interesting folks of UVA and Cville.

Finding God in the most unexpected and randomest of places. In Dell Pond, in an email in the wee hours of the morning, in some food, at a bus stop, on the way to the bathroom, etc. etc.

Who could forget...the 3 F's of Finals' Season in the libraries...food from it being eaten in the library, feet from folks taking off their shoes, and funk from everything known and unknown...the 3 P's of Spring...papers, pollen, and prospectives.

I could go on...and I will...