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Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Boston University in the Rain...

...was an odd melange of things. Our friend David said to think of it as like Chile: it's very long and narrow, and there's a body of water -- the Charles River -- alongside it. Cars on the Massachusetts Turnpike bomb along between the campus and the river. Cambridge is on the other side of the bridge.

Josep Lluis Sert, an old friend of Mr. UD's father at the Harvard School of Design, built many of the modernist buildings that mar the campus -- dark, withering, too-many-windowed hulks that speak of anything but modernity. The Neo-Gothic buildings, which reminded UD of the University of Chicago, were fine, as were the brick postmodern low-rises.

As David's son, Peter, described "broomball," a popular and amusing-sounding game on campus of which UD had never heard, our group watched an emaciated man vomit under a light pole. It's the big city.