What does nostalgia mean to you? Is it a warm, fuzzy feeling in remembrance of the past? Or is it more bittersweet, knowing that those days are over?
Growing up, I came to know and understand nostalgia through the secondhand lens of stories my Dad used to tell me. Long before I had given any thought as to where I might spend my collegiate years, I was indoctrinated into the history of Morgantown, West Virginia University, and the glory days that he had spent here back in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s. I didn’t get to experience the long-closed spots of Tailgaters and the Wooden Nickel, but as a student now, I can finally understand the stories behind Morgantown staples like Gene’s, Crockett’s, and the Sports Page.
