My dad sat in the front seat, riding across the Michigan State campus, looking at a place he didn’t recognize anymore.
This did not look like the school he graduated from in 1953.
“Everything has changed!” he said, looking at the new buildings — which was, for him, anything built after 1960.
My dad is 87 years old. He’s an incredibly proud MSU alumnus. He is the son of an MSU graduate and he was on campus for the first time in several decades, wearing a Spartan pullover, to watch his grandson graduate from MSU.
We drove past the Breslin Center.