Dear Classmate of 1991,
As I sit at my laptop writing this letter, my three-year-old is happily playing in the bathtub next to me. I smile when I think of the life she has ahead of her and gasp when I think about nearing closer to my fiftieth birthday. It’s crazy to realize that my Luther College experience started 30 years ago in 1987, when some days it feels like only yesterday I was meeting friends at “the caf” and walking to class with frozen eyelashes. We all have memories that pop into our minds of our days at Luther.