You've gotta be kidding me. I distinctly remember reading about the roll-out of the B-2 in Aviation Week, sitting in the magazine section of the Mullins library on some week day, let's call it a Wednesday. The airport-inspired long couches looked great, thin in black leather with aluminum arm rests, but got uncomfortable after about fifteen minutes. The place smelled of manila folders left out too long, stale tea and dusty paper, with carpet you can still find in any good convention hotel. It was all done in classic 70s black-and-white, accented with brutal bare concrete that was cold to the touch in winter, but merely rough as the college year opened.
I'm quite happy how Facebook has allowed me to hook back up with many of the friend I had back then. We've come a long way. Some have changed in ways unexpected, and yet stayed recognizably the same. Others have merely grown much wiser than they already were. The rest, well, the rest remain pencil scratches, fading but recognizable, just waiting for a retrace.
The B-2 is now 20. That library is unrecognizable, if Google maps is any indication, since I haven't been back since 1993 or so. But the friendships endure.