Boyd, I'm pretty sure you were my Great Wazoo. ;-) I might not be remembering it correctly--there's a lot from my college days, and pledge day in particular, that are a little hazy to say the least. But as I read your description of the ritual dress, I was struck by a vision of you in the garb. Am I right about that?
I loved this...and I loved yelling at that tree...glad you cleared up that coffin thing...and goats just hold a special place in every pledges heart. I could write a book about the goats:) Good times.
Boyd, I'm pretty sure you were my Great Wazoo. ;-) I might not be remembering it correctly--there's a lot from my college days, and pledge day in particular, that are a little hazy to say the least. But as I read your description of the ritual dress, I was struck by a vision of you in the garb. Am I right about that?
I was! Kim Cranston painted my entire body.
I loved this...and I loved yelling at that tree...glad you cleared up that coffin thing...and goats just hold a special place in every pledges heart. I could write a book about the goats:) Good times.