I know I'm not a ravishing beauty but
"I bet you say that to every ..."... one day the
leaves flutter to the ground. They know as much
about it as we do. Like how it rains. A rice paddy lies between Ambrose Towers and East.
Homecoming. The…
In the beginning it is quiet and still warm.
Green oak leaves shelter St. Ambrose from the
too blue sky. Crab grass fills in the barren short
cuts. The college looks refreshed, ready once
again for the perennial onslaught. A blue Pon-
tiac with…
