"On Campus"

It's the only office in the Activity Center where the door is never locked. The man likes it that way. It's the most humming place in the AC and if you stop he'll look up from the everlastingly full towel tub and smile so the wrinkles press up his eyes. He might even remember your name because he's pretty sharp.

Every PE student can recognize him. Drab clothes hang on his skinny frame, the jean shirt with the stains washed into it and the LBCC yellow and blue billed cap are as perpetual as his smile. Under his cap he's almost bald. But it matches his bony brown, old  face.  He squeaks when he walks. Perhaps it is the remains of his attack of paralysis; but he has to wear plastic ankle braces. Still, when  you've lost your necklace in the locker room that walk sounds like music. He knows where everything is.

This man knows how to fix things. He doesn't wear a Superman costume but he and his coworkers are the ones who rescue the AC when it starts crumbling at the corners.

Teachers come to him for supplies and he shuffles things out cheerfully talking all the while. He likes to talk, when someone has the time to stop. That office directly on the hall is one wheel  hub for the whole AC. And the man rotates around all the rest: cleaning, organizing mending and fixing and mending again. Then while he sweeps he daydreams.