The festival season is with us for certain when guitar players setup on the Lawn and scenes such as the one above become de rigeur for the University's outdoors. Ah, to be the age again when one had nothing more serious to do than listen to guitar solos, sprawl on the turf, and sip cola while outstretched in a guitar case, letting the wind blow through the hair and rotting your wee mind on sentimental trash like this cutline. Those, to quote some hack writer or other, were the days.