He wanted to stay.
Caleb Swanigan had decided to come to West Lafayette. It wasn’t the beautiful brick dispatched over campus. It wasn’t the excitement of seeing the curve of Mackey Arena’s roof appear in the distance or the amazing crowds, nor was it the new construction promised to the future student-athletes just up from there. It wasn’t the scenic trees or the appeal of the sharp point of the Armstrong building that spoke and pointed up towards that great infinity up and beyond where only a few men and women have gone but most of them were Boilermakers.