It was odd to say the least. Here I was, standing on the very campus which at one time seemed like a foreign place. A place that was the extreme opposite of everything I became used to - big city, bright lights, diversity, lots of people, around-the-clock service, and yes, a concrete jungle. Cazenovia, New York is none of the previously stated. Yet, it was there I spent four years of my undergraduate life in college.
Despite it's extreme opposition to my comfort, Cazenovia is still a place I so dearly hold close in my heart. It was there I met my tag team partner, or for the non-DP devotees, my wife. It was there I met one-third of my best man trio. It was there I defied doctor's prognostications and played collegiate baseball. It was there I learned and garnered so many of the skills and values I use professionally. And it was there I had some amazing memories.
My wife coined the phrase, "Big kids in a small college town" for Cazenovia, and that perfectly describes it all. For those who attended this small college in central New York, Cazenovia College provided a weird comradeship among its students. A weird bond that ties us all together. So you can imagine what it was like when a few of us who shared in this small town and partnered for those very memories met up again for the wedding of one of our own in that very small town.