I attended a wedding in Culver, at a little Catholic church in town. The reception was held at the library (or, "The Legion Memorial Building," as they insist on calling it these days). A girl I dated when I was a sophmore was the bride. Another girl I'd dated as a junior and senior was a guest. It was a very emotional day. The wedding was beautiful, and I'm very happy for my friend. Being on campus always stirs memories in a way that nothing else can, and being on campus at the same time with someone I attended school with does so even more. At one time or another, I'd sneaked into the stacks of the library to kiss both of those girls. I don't think any of us wants to go back to the mental anguish of adolescence, but there is a sweet nostalgia to walking into a place that hold power in your memory with a person who is alive in your memory at your side.
Culver is like that for me; always alive. I've been through three graduation ceremonies, but still will wear only my Culver class ring. A screen in my mind still displays the sign from the old Shack that says "Hats On. Stand Tall. Look Proud." I am forever grateful for the four years I spent on those few acres of land. A piece of my soul was planted there in early June of 1988, and there will always remain.