I arrived on campus on a bright, crispy September morning. No, that isn't right. It wasn't a gorgeous day at all - that was coming later, like the Indian Summers in October. My first impression of the city was, thankfully, at its worst. It was raining that day, the sky was grey, and downtown looked rather gloomy, as was the drive on the interstate highways. Lake Michigan looked exactly like the sea - vast and immense. When we alighted at the doorstop, it had stopped raining, but the pavement was wet, and the place had an after-feel of rain showers.