The Patti Smith Group

A WAS LOST. He pulled the Toyota over to the curb, parked, and flicked on the overhead light to check his road map. Should he have turned right or left? At the second light, or the third? He looked up from the map and spotted a gaggle of co-eds crossing the street ahead of him. Ah, Vassar woman, bearer of knowledge. They pointed him back about a half-mile, to the green lawns and imposing stone walls of the campus.