For the past two years, I have regularly seen Samuel Clemens (aka Mark Twain, aka VCU history professor?) walking around campus. Wearing his bushy white moustache and equally Twain-esque white rumpled hair, his coif is slightly obscured by his 19th century hat. He also sports a matching beige trench coat, which is apparently an essential part of his person, because I have never witnessed Mr. Clemens without it. He frequents Franklin Street, has attended free concerts in Monroe Park and brings a crooked smile to passing by students everywhere (except perhaps the English majors, who might harbor a longstanding grudge against literary creators - also those who ask if, after they graduate, are they are going to teach?).
This, however, is all old news. No, the most groundbreaking sighting was last week when Jeff Goldblum walked out of the old Business building. I'm sure he is often stared at, and I did not spare him from my unabashed gawking.
My dream for this coming semester is learning what Mr. Goldblum and Mr. Clemens would discuss if they found themselves trapped in an elevator together. This may be a challenge to set up.
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