I guess this fenced wall with locks shows true love. I guess it shows commitment. I guess I'm going to have to get me a lock. Back a ways, all you needed was a sturdy jackknife, a tree or wooden wall and about twenty minutes of your life. My guess is that most of the couples that 'locked themselves' into this fence didn't just meet their mate Friday night at a dance at Frye Hall. That's where I hung out, and I never carried locks with me. Trees and that wall on Bishop Street were constantly, it seemed, being carved up with every initial in the alphabet. I must admit now, for the first time, that I carved my letters into that wall with a secret someone. It was a situation bordering on unrequited love. I loved from afar. I never got any closer than a liplock in a game of kissing hide-and-seek. Oh, and I was so insecure, as an early teenager, that when I put my initials on the wall I did so in code so no one would ever know who LN was. It worked too. When looking at the wall everyone in the neighborhood knew the girl's name, but her 'secret admirer' from a distance was never revealed. It was a mystery. See, a jackknife, a wall... true love... Well, sort of.