I want to document my times with a boy who was once my best friend, a boy who has totally disappeared, making himself totally incognito to me….or dead, for all I know.
Growing up on Prytania Avenue did a great job at educating me in the fine arts of making stink bombs (read me), but in the area of culinary skills not much time was spent training in the Alley with my cohorts there. That’s too bad as I might have avoided a scary, (and stupid), episode in the first summer of my marriage.
I know what most of you are thinking right now – I’m too new, I’m not good enough to co-host RTT. You’re the rich college kids who race every year in the Little 500 and you think we Cutters aren’t good enough (for those of you who don’t get the joke, go watch Breaking Away – you won’t be sorry). Well all I can tell you is that if you don’t like my story here, just ask Emily & Kelly for a “refund”. I hope you have a good time feeling superior while you are laughing at my idiocy as an 18 year old. All my stories are true – this is the story of my very first day at college in 1976 at Miami University of Ohio.
Now that I’m in my 50’s, I have the wonderful benefit of being able to look back and to celebrate many accomplishments – in my career, home life and education. This is how it’s supposed to work out in America – you work your ass off and hopefully reap some benefits. Among the educational accomplishments are a few degrees and a couple of certifications. Yes, I gratefully can look back on these educational accomplishments…..but you sure wouldn’t have predicted that I could even successfully find the college lunchroom had you been with me on my very first day of college at Miami University of Ohio. Continue reading
topic is about a time when I broke a rule or law. I don’t know if all boys are full of mischief, but I broke a lot of rules while growing up and so did most of the kids I hung out with. So as not to embarrass or implicate anyone in this story, the names of the characters are going to be changed. Continue reading