Evolving around a sphere filled with the emotions of people and life my thoughts dangle as I gently invade my realm of poetry. Diane Carter ORCHID QUEEN Come fly with me! Where? Oh, anywhere! All the way to a sandy beach or simply to a clear stream in the mountains. I love to travel Maybe it's because I've grown up with it being a part of my environment, like going to church every Sunday. Only, traveling doesn't exclusively mean jet planes to me, but crosscountry trains and city buses and jogging to the park with my dog. I guess why I can really classify traveling as my favorite thing to do is because it has grown to encom-pass most of those special treats which bring me the most happiness. A trip means being busy - busy planning where to go and what to do, sewing a new outfit, packing millions of things, making last-minute preparations. It means feeling the excitement and anticipation of exploring a new place, discovering new people, meeting another philosophy of living, coping with unthought of problems. A trip means wandering through antique shops, thinking of a new method to restore "another old relic" from the basement. It means enjoying another life style for a moment - the bright nights of a New York or a Honolulu, the slow "sticky" of an Alabama beach. It means sensing the beauties of a new place: the street corner fresh-flower shops of San Francisco, warm stars in endless southern skies, canoes on a Canadian glacier lake, turquoise ocean, soothing white sand Bahama beaches. Then, to share all of this with someone, like a father, or a small child, an old friend, or a friend just met. And finally, bring this experience home, to remember and draw from. But, you know, with each return trip - from across the country or just from the park up the street - I realize more and more how happy I am to be an individual and how wonderful and uncomparable home really is. Yep! I like to travel! PREFERRED MAN I like simple things, unexpected, love sunsets. Yep, I like life. Food - I love to eat. Sing and whistle even though I can't too well. Drive cars. Water ski, snow. Lay on the grass ... Be lazy. Think (day dream), do things that should be too juvenile for my age. Date . . . casual. Listen to people, not prepared talks. Sleep out on summer night. . . pine covered mountain lakes. Spring quarter. Kids. Love! I hate to try and express myself in writing. The real me just isn't really there, so why? My day will come!! Craig Southwick