And since this portion of the book is devoted to complaining it wouldn't be a college book without a long-winded exposition on parking.

The cars here are lined up to get their parking passes. The Glom calls them hunting passes. They were stickers back then, two bucks per car.

In my day we had the hang tags for the rearview mirrors. The undergraduate permits were $15 when I started school in 95, and for some reason I want to say they ran about $45 when I graduated.

Here students had to find some little shack to get their stickers. We had to go to the little circular building just outside Jordan-Hare. Now this rite of ascension takes place somewhere else.

Also, in 1976 there were 17,000 students. In my time 22,000, with no new space of which to speak, making parking a little more burdensome. Now there are more students, and parking remains a joy.

And this was a large part of the reason that I lived right across the street from campus, and permit-less, my last three years.

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