Article By Dale Weaver on 11th October, 2009
Since toddlers, we began our maturation in the cool shadows of the grand stately oaks, the clock tower, and Tiger Stadium. The LSU campus became like a second home. I can not recollect the countless occasions my grandmother would take my sister and me down to the lakes to feed the ducks. And never did we leave without seeing Mike the Tiger, or do a toss and tumble down the Indian Hills. A hair full of grass, and the itch on my legs and arms that came along was always welcomed. Keep in mind, however, rowdy play was never without caution, so as to not stain my ...
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