We spent too much time in Memorial Auditorium.
We flung ketchup packets onto the ceiling in Kriner Diner.
Diffy's fries were the only cure for hangovers.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
What's Up Doc?
What with all the Doc talk lately, I got wild and emailed him last night. He emailed back this morning.
So nice to hear from you. Yes, I'm still at Ship, the longest serving faculty member here. Ergo, I get to carry the Mace each commencement. When anyone asks me when I will retire, with one eloquent gesture I reveal my physical, mental and emotional age ,as I scratch my head with my extended middle finger. I'm still having too much fun. In my profession, if you retire, you're dead. Perhaps you are not aware, there are other groups of Masquers who hold reunions. Chief among these are the annual gatherings in Columbia, Maryland, celebrating Sheri Cohen's extended remission from Hodgekin's Lymphoma. I do attend these. As for creativity, look me up in YouTube. Search for william20326 and you'll find lots there. My most successful muisc video is "Maria Maria", over 15000 hits so far. Unhappily I have yet to exceed Chris Crawford's tearful plea on behalf of Britney Spears or a notable Mindanao Island's prison population's dancing en masse to Michael Jackson's "Thriller". But we'll see. And then of course you will find many other comments about me in a web site called "Ship Underground". Ah, the minutes will pass by like hours. Believe it or not, they have temporarily moved me back to my old Masquers office in the rear of MA. This summer, however, I'm back in Dauphin, third floor this time. Doug Bietsch is collecting data as experienced by old timers like you over the twenty or so years since he himself started with the club. He concludes that we certainly had an influence over quite a number of people. Doug would like to hear from all of you.
Wasn't it just yesterday that Connie pantsed, or rather 'shortsed' Ross in Kriner Diner? So where did all these grey hairs come from and why is there a minivan in my garage?
We may eat better now. We certainly drink better beer. Who notices receding hairlines and proceeding stomachs. We are still Masquers. Everytime we converge again, sometimes not seeing each other for years, all those mortage payments and incompetent bosses slip away.
We remember watching the sun come up over The Wall. We discuss the McMansioning of America. The past makes us who we are, but we don't need to live in it.
You Know I Can't Hear You When the Water's Running