Nobody told me, but apparantly Earth Day is now a celebratory holiday. Campus food service put out plates of barbacue fare out by the fish pond, and everybody is just sitting around and chatting. There are banners, and a band is out on the balcony. If our voice mail were working, we doubtless would have received a chipper message about it from Vivian Duran, the consumptive switchboard supervisor. It is like croquet, only small and pathetic, and it doesn't make me want to cry quite as much.