When I was of college age, all the coeds (They were called that back then.) had to worry about while sunbathing on the roof of their high-rise dorms were the helicopter pilots from nearby Fort Benning and Fort Rucker—and the occasional fighter jock from God knows where. Yep, the air space above Auburn University could get pretty lively this time of year. Back then, when a jet roared over at treetop level, there wasn’t much to do but wave. I can’t imagine what it must be like today, when every other male sophomore commands a drone. Maybe young people today are smarter; perhaps they’ve absorbed the lessons of previous generations and avoid overexposing themselves to the midday sun. Of course, I jest.