tonight, at the dinner given for those graduates who had been in professor winter's freshman seminar four years ago, i came on a grandparent who had been to uva. "she's a wahoo!" he announced to his wife, as we clutched hands. how curious to be in cambridge, amongst harvard men and women, to find another wahoo, separated by two generations, a south carolinian gentleman, and to be united, briefly, in the delight of recognition and of love for an institution.