Eight years ago today, a ripple was felt throughout the Columbia community. People eating in dining halls lifted their noses in the air and smelled the sweet aroma of free food. Squirrels, rummaging in trash cans and running up trees, suddenly felt as if they were being watched. Morton Williams had the eerie premonition to […]
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