Warm weather has descended upon an unsuspecting Santa Barbara. Nowhere is this more apparent than the poorly ventilated corridors of Davidson library. I stepped into an elevator and was surrounded by the spector of unwashed Grad student funk. I desperately, to no avail, tried to explain to the passengers that joined me in the 3-by-10 stink chamber that the aroma had preceded me.
Wednesday’s Forecast: Seven flights of stairs ain’t so bad.