by Kate Raphael Ivan Bandura I ventured to Rooftop Quarry only once. My college boyfriend was visiting me in Bloomington, Indiana where I was languishing through an endless August at home before my senior year. I waited outside Arrivals in the family minivan for him to emerge from the Indianapolis airport, then drove us back into agro-suburbia, feeling with each passing soybean field that I had less and less for us to do, my planned activities too quaint and Midwestern to sug