Several threads now mingled in the fabric of Caydance's life, she thought as she sat in a deli in Berkeley on the morning of The Big Game. One was envisioned seven or eight years or so ago in that very deli and was now represented by the knowledge revealed in the work that she showed to her students, by the work that her students themselves created, and by her own creative practice in the field of artists book -- now a part of her life not only in her own studio but also on an artists table in a beach house North of Santa Cruz.

She had chosen that deli as a place where she could sit by herself and sift through recent memories before the football teams of Stanford University and the University of California at Berkeley ran onto the field, and there was the sound of the Stanford Band playing "Allright now", a sound that she was now so accustomed to hearing on the football field, that in her mind it had begun to override the rousing sound of the Cal Band playing Big C.

"I took her home to my place". "Sons of California". Caydance drank a silent toast to a future when women also ran onto the football field -- with the roar of the crowd and the same amount of music-celibrated glory.