Limestone and my chicken was a symbol of everything good about inter-fraternal fellowship.
I do not know how things were able to regress to the point we are at now.
Is there something fundamentally corrupt or twisted about the Beta Theta Pi fraternity? I'd like to pretend that isn't the case. But, if you had ever seen the blood lust in Bernie Haney's eyes (world's most famous Beta) when he was bowling strike after strike, just destroying pins in the union, you may have glimpsed the essence of what that turkey saw that fateful night in Lawrence.
I don't have all the answers, but me, I'm going to hug my poultry a little bit tighter tonight.