 A friend there, Jerry Bailey, an individual given to deep thought, decided that since the mental patients outnumbered the rest of us, if majority rule was in effect, we were the ones who were insane the moment we stepped on campus. As time went on, I became convinced he was right. One afternoon, Bailey, me, and two other misfits were walking down the long sweeping drive to the front gate, two abreast, and just naturally fell into step.