It was somewhat as she had recalled, but a number of things were different.  New buildings had sprung up that still couldn’t compete with the historic beauty of William and Mary’s traditional structures.  Meadow located a parking spot, paid for a ticket from an automatic dispenser, and then locked the truck.  Les had been more than understanding when she had returned with news of all that had transpired in the western part of the state. “You’ll be needing some more time off,” he began, “and the truck is yours for as long as you need it.” In truth, he had agonized over the years about Meadow’s lack of opportunity.  He knew of her gift but had no idea how to prompt her in that direction. Now…