As I have mentioned in previous blog entries I have a Facebook page and the result of this Facebook page has been reconnecting with people that I haven’t seen or heard from in years! One such person has been a fraternity brother of mine named Jazzy. While getting caught up I found out that Jazz [...]

Q was always looking out for us, a real brother in the truest sense of the word. It was his sense of brotherhood that no doubt caused him to feed me what I feared later would be my last meal.

Lerch had this first generation MAC that he had hooked to a dot-matrix printer in our room. It was Lerch who explained to me that “pre-writing” was the most important part of writing a successful piece. So he produced a six pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer and I slid the Frisbee out from under my bunk, packed “Jake”, bubbled the water and whoooosh… the room began to fill with smoke.