 Near the Wabash, surrounded by brick and beauty, Purdue was more than a place. It's home. Every fall we come together, roaming familiar streets and reconnecting with old friends. We remember giant leaps of the past. One giant leap for mankind. And imagine the giant leaps yet to come. But mostly, we celebrate. Our golden black spirit runs deep in our hearts. A familiar sense of pride pounds within us. And this year is no different, because homecoming begins in the heart. To make new memories, to carry on traditions, in ways unique to the times we live in today. From fountain runs, to touchdown passes. Boilermakers are suiting up, and firing up the grill. Their keys are rattling with pride. No matter what, Boilermakers make any place our own Purdue.