In the city of Worcester, Massachusetts, which snuggles into the center of the state, you will find Mount Saint James, and upon that steep hill, you will find The College of the Holy Cross.
Our daughter Meg attended that fine college and graduated 20 years ago. I have mixed feelings about the location. Meg lived on the campus for the first two years. Her dorm was at the very top of the hill on what the students called Easy Street because it was the only horizontal bit of pavement on campus. The rest of the campus clings to the side of the steep hill and hangs on for dear life.