I was going through some old boxes and came across a couple of items from college days. The first, a card with Hymie was on my room at Hershey Hall, commonly called Hymie Hall. The nickname derived, ahumphh, from a certain female item that, well, get out your anatomic books and read up on it for yourself. I think I know who coined the phrase, we still keep in touch, and is a nurse in Iowa City. Nicknames are fun - they engender a kind of casual friendly familiarity. This one didn't survive college - when I graduated it went to nickname heaven.
I wonder where Bebe Brooks is today? On the occasion of my 21st birthday, my frat bros took me to Gulfport and the nudie bars. G-Port was a real den of sin back in those days. Later they would introduce dwarfs to the miasmic fog of the place and sink even lower. It was wonderful. G-Port isn't anywhere what it used to be today, but then neither am I. But at one time it was a place where young guys, and old, I guess, could enter a kind of fantasy world where, for enough money, you could spend a night drinking and ogling.
After plying me with alcohol they somehow got me on stage with ole Bebe where she put on a show with a feather boa, spotlight and moves that could raise the dead. Such nights need remembering, thus the old faded tabletop décor and feather.
Bebe had her way with me, on stage anyway, and then back to the studies. Some lessons are best learned in the company of others, rather than in the pages of books. Much in the same vein as sinners sinking to the depths in order to rise to the heavens. Bebe was both that night.
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