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Flashback Friday



The inscription on the back of this photo reads: Mike Blythe, Dec. 6, 1:50 AM, Barnett took this picture. 

Now, there is no year but it looks like Hershey Hall, where the fraternities were placed having been forced back onto campus.  If so that would have been my senior year.  December 6th would have been a Saturday morning.  Lord knows what we were up to at that hour.  

Such a look of determination.  Was I studying?  Unlikely.  Up to some shenanigans?  Probably.  That is certainly my room.  The KEEP OUT sign followed me everywhere I stayed in college.  Hanging around in the room besides the inimitable Mr. Ross-Barnett was likely my roomie, Dan Kolbow.  

Nowadays 1:50 AM is usually a bathroom call after 4 hours of sleep, but thinking back, it wasn't so late in these college days.  Especially on a Friday or Saturday.  Late night, er, early morning activities was a requirement for college in general, and our fraternity in particular.  Due to decreasing enrollment all the fraternities were placed in campus housing ($).  The Sig Eps had the top floor, the Phi Taus the middle and the Phi Delts the bottom.  There was relative movement amongst us all - it was a small school and we were friends with many, regardless of affiliation.  

If I had to guess, and its a pretty educated guess (thanks Herb) I think they were keeping the door closed while I was pushing to get in.  Thus Tom was ready to take the picture when I finally made it.   And what was I after?  Could it be a swig of what is on the dresser?  Nah, not at 2 in the morning, surely! 

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