Strangers…

Thank you Sirius First Wave for the shoutout to Chi Tetarton ca. Winter ’85 and “Hot at the Phi Sigs.” Some of TC’s finest work right there. Ask Hank, he’ll tell you.

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Epilogue-ish

After months of delay and unequivocal efforts to make things smaller and cut out the larger fish from the discussion, the “final statement” and “conclusion” has been delivered in the form of a conference call. The basic message from National: There was no misconduct, get it through your thick fucking skull. Also: It’s in the past! […]

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Tattoo You

For most of the last 20 years or so, my kids would ask me about tattoos. My grandpa had a prison homemade one, my brother has several. I would always tell them I was not a big fan of them getting tattoos – as my children, they were perfect as is. HOWEVER, if they decided […]

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This Town Needs an Enema

My fraternity’s national organization is filled with North Korea-like hardliners hamstrung by institutional inertia and a centripetal focus. Basically, their response to some legitimate concerns about financial and fiduciary  matters has been to stick the information in a file and wait for the complainants to die. Character indeed.

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All the Young Dudes

Dear America As a human being, an American, a college graduate and a third-degree member of Phi Sigma Kappa, I am aghast at the conduct of SAE at the University of Oklahoma. I’m not terribly surprised, though.  SAE has always been synonymous with dickweed (at least at Western and ASU). Back in the day, SAEs […]

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The Best of Times


Thank you, Sirius 70s on 7. Thank you for transporting me back to 1982. Rae? Mae? Some Phi Mu with curly short hair. Somehow, a kegger ends with some face mashing in the upstairs mini room with this song in the background. Thanks for the memory that I can’t shake.

Better a fond memory than the herpes. Trust me on this – Todd S.

 

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I Melt With You

Q: What to put on your mix tape, if you can’t trust your brothers to be just wingmen and not cut in? (Which is the case, about 99.2% of the time.)

A: This.  QED.


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Deja Vu, Except Different

We’re off to SEMA.  Yes, we’re meeting up with old classmates while there. No, there is not an agenda or an expectancy, except Vegas-y Vegasness, clogged with crazier-than-usual cars. And that’s plenty. [Ed.:  Also whiskey, beyond the usual one Wild Turkey.]

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