Wallace Stegner’s plaque on the literary walk shows four silhouettes of friends huddled together and it reads:

All of us felt it. We must have. For in front of their gate, before we drove away still wearing their burnooses, we fell into a four-ply, laughing hug, we were so glad to know one another and so glad that all the trillion chances in the universe had brought us to the same town and the same university at the same time.