As with many Hokie love stories, this one began at Big Al’s. For him, a passing hello to the pretty bartender was a swing for the fence, but by golly it connected. For her, to be falling in love with a guy whose name she had to ask around to find only six days prior seemed out of the question, yet here we are. Since that Tuesday evening of senior year Syllabus Week, together we have graduated college, begun our careers, packed up and moved from our respective homes to Charlotte, NC then St. Petersburg, FL, inheriting our dog, Roscoe, along the way. And to think, it all began with the Big Al’s dollar beers special.