Wednesday, August 17, 2005

What a wreck

Ah, high school and college memories gurgled from the depth of my ever growing lapse of memory today. Today was Katie's 'first day of her last year of high school.' Got that? I remember Episcopal High. Those were great times. I smile when I think of Katie Weber. She was such a good friend to me and to many others.

Then, I realized I had to go to the Zeta House tommorrow. I'll enter through the kitchen because they are in Rush. The last time I was in the kitchen I was suspended in the air with a long pair of tongs trying to grab biscuits I think out of them with someone (probably Tonya Marxen) holding the metal doors which were chained together.


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