For three weeks, I have had to climb over mounds of piled snow and ice, as my job required me to travel from the Pharmacy Building toward the Armory. Early on Friday morning, because a bunch of old farts were coming to pig-out on pork at the Ag Fish Fry, the University was out with a road grader (no less) moving the crusty ice piles so the old codgers could sit on their butts and make fun of each other. Damn, I love this place.