en route to the graham parking lot, we hear a few lilting notes wafting through the night silence - some well-cultured fellow Sledd occupant had her window open so that the Dandy Warhols' 'Bohemian Like You' could be heard echoing through the murphree lot. i smiled. sang along to a few certain lines. sighed that, while it's a small world after all, distance of any magnitude can be too much when all you want is that one person who knows and smiles along next to you.