Heroes Get Remembered, But Ledges Never Die

I want to preface this post with the information that I’m 5 beers deep and I’m not certain I have sobered up from last night. That’s your fair warning.

There’s a lot of people that deserve props in my life. But I’m not going that direction. The place I want to give a shout out to is an eight foot concrete slab in Bloomington, Indiana behind Woodburn Hall. I’ll start where all good stories start; the middle.