Chapter 15The weeks between that night and spring break were like a dream, the kind you don’t want to wake up from. The landscape went from white back to green, gradually at first and then suddenly, in an afternoon. People poured outside in their free time, eager to see the sun again. Clothing layers disappeared, and Frisbees and soccer balls reappeared on the athletic fields. It was still cold, but New Englanders are a pretty hardy bunch.
The campus preachers resumed their shouting, which made for some very surreal walks between classes. They preach from pretty much the same bible I hear at Mass, but Mass doesn’t sound anything like that. And most important to the people in my dorm, Unicycle Guy was back out on the streets. For the past three years, Unicycle Guy had marked the unofficial
