The Patio

Spring has sprung…finally.  Heck, it should be here…classes are over.

As I passed Caleb Mills in the alley – anyone named Grunge is comfortable in the alley – the light was hitting the trees just right.  The tree colors were popping.  The patio looked so relaxing…the only addition might be some TWR.

On this tiny little campus, there are many places just like this.  Places to temporarily enter a time warp…and relax.

I’ll let you in on a little secret.  In about 5-6 weeks, you’ll find the Class of 1965 sitting there.  They’ll tell stories from the “glory years” of Wabash College.  On that patio, their record in the Monon Bell game will probably be a perfect 4-0.  They’ll all have been in that Phi Beta Something  or Summa Cum Something fraternity.  You know, that’s OK.  Because those guys from 1965 did go out and change the world – just like they were instructed to do by none other than Byron K. Trippet.

I hope that patio is still there for the Class of 2015’s 50th reunion.