Coming into Los Angeles, we couldn't resist driving by the old Pepperdine campus where Grandpa and Grandma attended. This was Grandma's dorm (although everything used to be painted blue) where Grandpa picked me up for dates and returned me before curfew. It was at this very spot on the "promenade" where I was standing when I learned that President Kennedy had been shot. The old campus brought back many memories for us.