My parents are in town for this year's Alumni Days. They're both in the class of 1958 and are amazed at campus now versus then. Dad said their class had buried a time capsule under the stone/marble-like bench to the south of the Beardshear stairs. Now it's been dug up and the items inside (pristine condition!) are on display for a bit on 4th floor in the Library. Plans are to rebury them with some other items from now, and eventually unearth them again in 2058. Why do I suddenly feel so old?
