were about freedom and learning about life and art and history. Also my majors, Soc and Psyc. Yes, I was forced to take religion, math and science. My advisor, former head of the Sociology department, is still in touch.
Of course I hung out with my wing mates, the gals of 3W. Also knew the guys on 3N, Bacchus and the Swamp, the leader of which is still in touch as well.
W called me twelve years ago. He said he’d been looking for me for 20 years, to see how I’m doing and tell me about his family. He found me online because of a tech conference and called. I thought it was my boyfriend/now husband who was out of town playing a joke on me.
We met him a few years ago for lunch in NYC. I’ve been in touch with some of my wing mates as well in the last year or so. It’s “life event” time, kids marrying, parents dying.
The drug story will have to wait. OK. Here ’tis. After graduation I was visiting at a party next door to major campus dealers, I knew one. They gave me $10-20 to get a small amount of pot. I’ve never done drugs nor will I ever unless a doctor prescribes it for end-stage cancer. I went over there. They sat me down and did an intervention for 1/2 hour. They said you cooked for us once. Do not ever take drugs. Blah blah blah. I told him I was set up, I didn’t do drugs, would never do so and I’m glad you liked my chicken.
There are too many stories to tell now so permit me to tell you how we often ended a weekend evening. Circle, arms around each other and singing something about going home with the armadillo. I now know it as a Texas standout song from Jerry Jeff Walker, and have even visited Gruene Hall where he sang it, called London Homesick Blues.
And I substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor is drier than the Texas sand. We all hugged in a circle and kicked our legs for that seven minute song.
That, W, is something I’ll always remember. Dee
Cooking with Dee 