We were in northern California on our honeymoon, we had traveled up the coast to Mendocino (very isolated, less than 1000 people), about three hours north of San Francisco. We'd wandered into an antique-type shop and were looking around when an older gentleman came up to us to inquire about the sweatshirts we were wearing (with only the I-State logo). "Which 'I' school is that?" "Iowa State." He immediately stuck his hand out and introduced himself, class of '58. We ended up having a nice 15 minute or so conversation. He hadn't been back since graduation and had all kinds of questions about what Iowa State was like now. It was definitely not a conversation I would have guessed I'd ever have in that particular town!