So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
The musty, dusty, dirty, old Dive Bar has been serving cocktails for decades. Call it what you will – party central, a safe haven, the only-Bar-almost-on-campus-for 5o years. Generations of Broncos have gathered in the bar to imbibe, party and discuss the burning topics of the day: Football, the Draft,Viet Nam, religion, politics, Baseball, Boat Dances, dating/not dating, Homecoming, elections, and The People’s Float…
ID? Who needs an ID- well, not a real one.
Every few years, there was always a clever Bronco boy – it was always a boy – on campus who knew how to create the infamous, and much sought after, revered, Fake ID. It was like a Ticket to Ride at The Hut.
Saints and Sinners
A plethora of people frequented The Hut
Dads and Grads was a “thing.” For recent grads, The Class Reunion Pre -Party at the Hut was a thing – until young Broncos realized they could organize a room at the hotel for a Pre and Post Reunion Bash. And, they did. Tradition!
Finding a Message in a Bottle?
“You die, but most of what you have accumulated will not be lost; you are leaving a message in a bottle.”