Sophomore year started out with big news. Our incoming class president (whom we’d just elected in the Spring) wasn’t coming back having been arrested trying to cross the Mexican Border with marijuana packed in his tires, apparently not figuring the … Continue reading
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The last time I saw George was the last day of the school year. (He was one of the ones who flunked out and wasn’t coming back.) All year long the ten of us Sherman Housers (not including the RA) … Continue reading
For Spring Break me and the New Hampshire kid, George was his name, hitchhiked to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Stayed at my parents’ in Chicago, but needed to find a room in St. Louis. In those days only The … Continue reading
Later I pledged that fraternity, not because they had can openers, but because the president of the frat was also the student council president, a good student (and a prominent Minnesota politician to this day), and this frat house had … Continue reading
If heartaches were alcoholic I’d be drunk all the time. I should start with how I picked Hamline University. Back before there was an internet, there was Lovejoy’s College Catalogue which listed every college in the United States. Every high … Continue reading