I once lived in probably the coolest college house imaginable. It had a secret third floor with tripped out paintings and graffiti with sage-like wisdom. One of the biggest regrets my roommates and I shared was never getting video documentation. Recently, though, I went back to visit my alma mater and decided to stop by the old house on the spur of the moment. The current tenants were nice enough to let me in, knowing almost immediately what I had come to see. This by no means does justice to the magnificence of the house we lovingly named Loretta, but given the time constraints and the growing suspicions among the tenants that I was from realty company--this was the best I could do. For more visit Loretta's MySpace: myspace.com/124southbarnard