As the semester winds to a close, the hearts and minds of many students stray from papers and projects to restful memories of the holiday season.
The festival atmosphere provides a markedcontrast to the normal milieu of Lee Park. An aroma of chickpea curry mixed with kettle corn and coffee, the press of hundreds of bodies and the buzz of myriad conversations forces one to forget he or she is in a park normally populated by pigeons and the occasional midday napper.
You feel the first pangs of hunger. You run to the kitchen searching for anything to satiate it. You look in the refrigerator -- nothing but a moldy lemon, some expired milk and a half-eaten jar of pickles.
