I went back home again to Indiana over New Year’s weekend with the goal of finishing a novel that had its birth on the campus of IU. The snow covered walking trails transported me to my undergraduate days. I sat at my rented desk in the IMU Hotel and watched the snow fall into the darkening woods. The golden light from my desk spilled out from the window. Occasionally a dog leading a professor trotted past my window. The Well House stood just beyond my sight range, but I knew it was there. I stopped into the book store and bought an IU t-shirt, the white Upsilon logo familiar from so many t-shirts thrown out years ago. Between words, I stopped into Nick’s English Pub for a burger and a beer, finding it untouched by time, as I knew that I was not. All in all, I was glad the bookstore was open and well-stocked with candy. Time travel requires chocolate.