Recently, I got to see a bit of my family history through a glimpse at my Grandfather’s University of Cincinnati Yearbook.  They called it the Cincinnatian. They released one for each class, something they have discontinued as far as I know.

While we were paging through, my Grandfather would occasionally point out people he knew adding in little anecdotes on what happened after those pictures were taken. He told stories of sprinting across campus late for an exam and rush week at his fraternity.

The most surprising thing was that apparently, he used to DJ at parties, who knew?