The well-tempered chime

Linda, who owns the guest house just up the block, has been enter- taining her best friend for the last week.

Vicky had been scheduled to fly home to Missouri on Monday -- but then the ice came, and she couldn't get a guaranteed flight until Thursday morning.

We had her over for drinks Tuesday night, and learned more about university politics than we might care to remember. But one thing was hard to think about:

With the Glass Reunions wind chime tinkling in the high-70s breezes, ice seemed so far away.