Congratulations to my colleagues of the Class of 1993, for deciding to brush away the plaque and give this school something it can really use. I guess I'm not the only one who got tired of tripping over those rocks and flagpoles and patio chairs. Now all those skinned knees and barked shins, and worse, might just get treated a little better, and a little quicker. Here's to a plaque-free check-out every year. But what about that guy up in Old Main whose job it is to call the foundry, and the quarry, the congressman and the local press, at class gift time? Well, relax, fella. Other stuff will come up that needs commemorating. I hear we're going all the way in the Big Ten next year.