Reports of Her Day at Furman University
When I first attended Furman in 1958, the trees were no higher than my chest. I heard the other day that these giant oaks are being systematically removed as they are at the end of their life. That's a scary thought! A couple of years ago, "Reports" found a home adjacent to the Duke Library on the Furman campus, on the path to the Student Center. It thrives there today. Each spring I stop by to wax the piece, assisted by my faithful golden retriever, Bear. I'm trying to interest my youngest son, Bailey, who went to Furman to take over this annual chore - so far, no luck.