catapult magazine

hey…i’m not sure where we all are at.

many of us, excepting perhaps that slumdog guy and a few others, went to college no doubt.

has anyone successfully kept a reunion of old college buddies going strong?

we had one for many years, but now that many of us are husbands and fathers, it’s more difficult to make happen.

i was just thinking it might be fun to share ‘favourite stories’…

I have had a similar experience Beef. I went to Liberal Arts University and made some great friends. We have found it harder to get togethers as our lives have changed, but we spent many of the summers after graduation camping and traveling throughout North America. One of my favourite stories took place during a road trip through Nebraska. At one point we stopped in a small town in the middle of corn-mecca, I think it was a Sunday afternoon. This town was bizzare. It seemed like there were more churches than there were stop signs. When we arrived the streets were lined with people sitting in lawn chairs who seemed to be waiting for a parade. It turns out that they were waiting to watch other towns people drive up and down the street in their vehicles. It was such a unique experience. A little twighlight zonish. We wound up having a great time, made some great memories. I remember their bakery had these wierd candies that tasted like salted asphalt. Bizzare!!

OLD ENGLISH 800 is not a friend of mine….speaking of friends, i too have been able to hang out with some old college buddies of mine in recent years….all though oddly enough i never officially attended any college go figure….any who
we have had some great times….most of it involving cheap lemon beer and the steepest ever hill before a driveway you have ever seen
its a cantankerous whore i tell you and its gravel

i have a plethora of memories like this….from reunions so to speak…one summer we (5 friends of mine) werebathing in a lake. stinky boys with scully. the next thing i knew I was up on the square diving dock, soaping up and i looked up to find a middle aged woman had kayaked over. I stood there in a state of shock as the bar of soap slipped out of my hand and i reacted as anyone does in the shower when this happens and contorted my body in ways unseen to grab the soap—all while the lady was watching from 30 feet away. i came to my sense and killed the awkward moment by jumping in the water and the lady kayaked away. i wasnt sure what her angle was, but the nakedness in that wilderness must have seemed like most surreal adventure for her. i yelled that i had shrinkage. she didnt care. she was gone like a fart in the wind. and it gave us much fodder for firetime re-tells for years to come.

That made me laugh out loud. Thanks for the story Slumdawg.