Most of us couldn’t wait to get out of Ames with a degree, and now that we’re older the place so many of us grew in to adults in conjures up a different feeling: paradise.
For six or seven weekends each fall there’s that familiar feeling one gets when descending on to the campus of their alma mater. Despite where you grew up, or what you did for the 18 years prior to going to college, you almost always consider the place you spent four (or five, six, or seven) years to be your de facto home.
This is emboldened on those fall weekends when you retreat to the familiar bounds of a tailgate.