The campus of Duke University down the road twenty minutes is, to a trad like myself, like something out of a dream. It's kind of like Harry Potter's Hogwarts would be if it was filled with engineering students instead of young English witches in training and who were champions at lacrosse instead of quidditch. -In fact, most of these students probably have never even held a broom.
Visit sometime when the kids are on break. Standing amidst the stonework and quiet courtyards, it's easy to imagine J.R.R. Tolkein or C.S. Lewis immerging from its dark, gothic recesses, pen and pipe in hand. Even the aged cedar and pine trees seem to know their part, craggy and ancient-looking.
When everyone has gone home and the campus empties out, there remains a constant vigil at Duke. Silent stone sentinals look down; some happy, most less so.