My favorite memory is of the four of us (they'll know) in John Jay's main lounge on move-out day freshman year. Two of us went all the way to Brooklyn and back, one of us cried, and I knew that I would hold the other three in my heart forever.

No matter how good of a day I might have had, the smell emitted from walls of Dig-Inn would always humble me. For that, I must thank (them).

"Was kind of hoping that Buell Hall was haunted--not the most exciting way to spend 30 minutes at night."

JJ's tendies with bbq sauce, washed down with a choccie milk

Homecoming 2017!! - when we won the game, and all rushed to the field & sang and danced to Sinatra's New York