When I moved up here after graduating from MSU 45 years ago, was a young guy from Laurel named Walters.
Yeah, I know, that's like meeting someone from Louisiana named Landry or Boudreau. Or Smith or Jones.
Witnessed him "shoot" a case of beer one evening, 24 cans in 28 minutes. One of our home boys, for real.
He didn't puke.
Also:
Beautiful chicks from Laurel were legendary, even back in my day.