So anyway, I went to visit my old Alma Mater college from the daze last week-end and checked out the new Alumni Building. It was pretty neat. Big old thing with fancy wood interior and open stair case, high ceilings an all that. There was a "ladies tea" going on in the big reception room and we saundered in in our hooded sweat shirts an frayed jeans. The ladies were all prettied up and hard to look at cuz they was so high class an stuff. So we roamed around a bit warding off the evil eye balls till we found this library type room with an older looking couple sitting on a setee. A quick scan of the area located the yearbooks. Cool! I found one that looked to be about my era and randomly opened it up and immediately exclamed, "Yep, year I graduated." I could tell cuz there was a picture of someone mooning the camera. Now the old couple was watching us so I swung the book around so they could see the picture. They just sorta stared. Then we looked some more. In other books from the same time we found an article on the infamous drug raid on the dorm my sister in law was in, instructions on how to roll a doobie, and a picture of the grand old TKE house. We got into an argument about where it was located (I won) when the older gentleman spoke up. He said something about the TKEs getting kicked off campus and I said, "No, they always were off campus they lost their charter for having too many guns in the house." "This was when the Black Panther wantabe Black Frat was marching around with berets on and shots ending being fired at various windows about town. The TKEs got caught throwing guns out the back as the man came in the front. The TKE house was an old Victorian two steps below the Animal House frat in the movie. It was loosly inhabited by mostly Viet Nam vets. The house was surrounded by ten foot tall weeds, garbage, and beer bottles. A handy 52 Plymouth was over the hill smashed into a tree for midnight parties, an old motorcycle was in the living room, and I can't remember anymore about it except it hadn't been painted in 37 years and was always about to fall over. So anyway the old dude remembered it. Then he told us about having his power cut off one year in his apartment over the bar so they ran an extention cord next door for 6 months. So he was begining to sound okay and I said, "Well you remember the riots then?" And he said, "Remember them?, I was in the front line." And I'm thinking, aha a fellow hippie type person. "In fact," he said, "My unit was decorated for taking a hill in Pittsburgh!" "Oh?", sez I. "Yeah, we fixed bayonets, loaded live ammo, were told to shoot at need and stormed the hill. Today a 9mm would take out the whole front row." Well, that was good. We had a laugh or two more and bid each other fairwell.
