We poked around the stadium, where we ran into a glock toting police sargent who was as friendly as the day is long. He advised us that we were welcome to gain access to the field. "If anybody tells you to leave, then do what they say." That guidance set the tone for the visit. We did open a gate and marched out onto the track to take pictures, where we were met by a university employee promply kicked us out. While Lawrence might not have the prettiest looking campus, it is in the running for the prettiest sounding campus. The campanile houses the biggest musical instrument in the entire state. Guess what? The door to the staircase to the bell tower was open and we marched up the spiral staircase. At the top, we were met by Professor Berghout, a card carrying member of the Guild of Carillonneurs in North America. She gave UBT, Lady Blaise, Vail Buff and me the VIP tour, explaining the clappers that clang, and playing a piece of music for our pleasure, and that song rang out for a five mile radius. Then we were invited each of us to chime in. Oh, how I wish one of us knew how to play the CU Fight Song on the carillon. So Chopsticks rang out over the KU campus instead. The other signature sound is the lonely train whistle that is blown at the top of the hour. We named it the "Beer Whistle" and promptly retreated to Free State Brewery on Massachusets Ave. For the record, the microbrew hefe-weizen was the best I've had. We bought 3 half gallon jugs for use at today's gater. A final note: Jayhawks don't jay-walk. They cross at the walk.