Take a left on Memory Lane

I've been a busy monkey lately and my scanner has been working overtime. I scanned most of the pages from two of my college yearbooks and I've posted the scans, along with commentary that is sure to piss off my old classmates, on Flicker. You can see them here.

The college I went to was really small and so the yearbooks, which cover my freshman year and my junior year (I must have been too stoned to pick up my sophomore year yearbook because I don't have one today or I'd have scanned it too.), did not have that great an amount of pages. I didn't include the sports pages from the yearbooks because the jocks who went to my college were, for the most part, asswipes.

As a public service I culled some photos of me from the Tornado's in question, yes we were the King College Tornadoes, and I've put them below for those of you who don't want to troll though all those photos on Flickr.

That's me in the top photo in the center in the front row. I had forgotten how skinny I was when I was a college freshman in 1981.


This is from my junior year, 1983. I know what you're asking. You're asking, "How did the chicks stay off a group of hot guys who were into political science and history?" I'm not sure how they did it but they damn sure did stay off of us, especially me.

This photo was from a rehearsal for Robber Bridegroom. It was my first musical ever and since my character was the village idiot I didn't have to sing well, so I didn't. That gal beside me played my sister in the play. She was such a nice pretty girl and I was shocked that the director cast her to play my sister, but looking at the photo now I do see a resemblance.

Here I am at a pizza pig out party. I'm working that trucker style hat like a pro.

And finally here I am with my friend Gene. That shot was taken on Sacrifice Night which was held on the first night of Sadie Hawkins weekend. Sacrifice Night was an annual tradition where the freshmen males were "sacrificed" to the ghost of Sadie Hawkins. We'd round up all the freshmen males we could find and we'd march them off to the girls dorm where the ladies would dump all sorts of vile stuff on them. Then afterwards the gals were allowed to ask any guys out to the Sadie Hawkins Dance and if you got asked you had to attend. I know, I know it sounds stupid but at the time it was kind of fun. In retrospect it was a good way for us students to blow off a shit load of steam before the end of the school year finals. My friend Gene went on to marry his college sweetheart, have five kids with her, and become a doctor. While I, on the other hand, ended up writing this blog. Life is crazy huh.