Consider, for a minute, the last time you stopped by the KU Pub.

 Turns out there are lots of times you sashayed through or took time to chit-chat, eh?

 Maybe you were there for Reunion Weekend and your class gathered there Friday night?

Remember sneaking into the tent just outside, just because you heard they had a couple of subs left?

 Perhaps you hugged your friend there, or pondered the various pictures of yesteryear. You know, the one of Baujan Field, or the crazy one of the band from like 1909?

Maybe you crammed for that 10 a.m. exam in the Pub, annoyed by the gaudy light fixtures and students meandering through the emergency exit?

 Or, maybe complained about the latest article in the Flyer News just to have something to complain about.

How can you forget that semester where it seemed like all your favorite people had a 1 p.m. lunch?

Oh, the KU cheese steak sandwich! How tasty are those bad boys? Somehow they were just a little juicer eating in the Pub?

Perhaps you had a beer at a recent alumni event? Maybe you met with a colleague there, just to have some coffee and catch up from the

holidays?

 Maybe you were unlucky enough to find out about 9/11 while watching on the big screen TV, incased in a circa 1995 wooden cabinet?

Remember the time you finally heard Duck Sauce? Or Kilwein Family Tree-O?

 Oh, those Friday nights where bands getting their start in KU Pub, like urchins from beneath the campus, rose up and started revolutions.

Well, at least it seemed like a revolution, especially after being busted for playing the third game of flip cup that night!

Or how about when you waved at friends through the pho-French windows on their way to class as though it was the first time you'd seen them in ages?

Oh! And that time ... that time where you donated a meal from your meal plan to St. Vincent Hotel. Then, you signed up for a retreat.

Indeed, the KU Pub is our "indoor" front porch, and maybe it's time for us to be there for it.